The vultures roam low
Deserted in the middle of nowhere
Ready to begin their hunger show
To rip my body off and share
My heart is still at beat
I am not yet dead
For I am longing for our meet
But right now I am so scared
I pray for the cannibals to go away
The more I try to move myself
The more flocks dive my way
Inviting themselves
I peep at the sheering Sun
And hope for it to disappear
Water left, I have none
My vision so unclear
I get back up on my feet
Heading towards the shady creek
While vultures fight on decaying meat
Fighting with their sharp beek
Dear vultures,
If I become your fresh meal
Then please do me a favour
For I'll bare all the painful feel
Just spare my eyes for my saver
He who is my only love
Lost and gone out of my life, yes
God, shower mercy from above
And let me get over this mess...
©sim
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 7:06 AM UTC
The vultures roam low
Deserted in the middle of nowhere
Ready to begin their hunger show
To rip my body off and share
My heart is still at beat
I am not yet dead
For I am longing for our meet
But right now I am so scared
I pray for the cannibals to go away
The more I try to move myself
The more flocks dive my way
Inviting themselves
I peep at the sheering Sun
And hope for it to disappear
Water left, I have none
My vision so unclear
I get back up on my feet
Heading towards the shady creek
While vultures fight on decaying meat
Fighting with their sharp beek
Dear vultures,
If I become your fresh meal
Then please do me a favour
For I'll bare all the painful feel
Just spare my eyes for my saver
He who is my only love
Lost and gone out of my life, yes
God, shower mercy from above
And let me get over this mess...
©sim
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