-Vulture-

No matter how I see it,

No matter where I go,

It will always be near me,

Reminding me of how much I owe,

The lingering sound of absence,

A Cannibal of the soul,

The silence of a tear,

A trifling of a toll.

It whistles through thought

Echo’s across my sneer,

Picking at the remains,

Like the Carcass of a deer,

Forever by my side,

The onslaught of my conscious

Only the skin and bone,

Nothing looked better

Than me,

All alone. .1 ,2