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Lost, on a shattered plain of existence
Counting vultures circling over head
Naming them to make them seem familiar
Friends with black wings
Looking down
Screaming across the valley
High pitched warnings
Feedback off of dark clouds
Lying here alone…once again alone
A brokenhearted man
Wondering who is holding her now,
What I could have or should have said
Sifting the waters of my mind
Searching for that one gold nugget
That last shining piece of hope
That I can clutch in my hands
But it is not there
And my feathered friends are getting closer
Lower, a hungry expression on their faces
Drooling at the thought
And I point and yell
There is nothing here
Nothing left
Just an empty soul
Staring at an end