My mind spinning, insanity brimming
From the voices that chant their tune;
In the glass, a husk, sanity leaving,
Cast from its remnants, discarded too soon.

Incessantly, the vultures devour me,
Gorge on this fractured mind, let it expire.
And that feeling consumes - the agony,
And that feeling burns - the scream of liars.

The fire has died, now a dullness looms;
The vultures but a cry, leaving me here
With an emptiness that all but consumes.
Consumes until the voices chant their tune.