My heart is home to vicious vultures.
They feed on insecurities.  
And when they eat, they grow and grow,
until they're just as big as me.  

The vultures venture from my heart,
and embark upon my soul.
There they wait in circles, high,
for all my dreams - and all my hopes,
to grow a bit too old.  

My vultures are my demons,
a never ending scare.
From the ***** of my feet,
to the backs of my knees,
to the tip of every hair,
they fly and wait and conquer,
until there's nothing there.