The vultures will always circle above a broken, rotting heart.
They sniff you out and hone right in, lapping at the opportunity for a taste.
I stand bare and embrace the birds; Extend my arms in surrender.
I willingly give my carrion heart to you, dear vulture.

****** it, shred it, tear it flesh from flesh; devour it whole.
Fill your cup with mine, honest I don’t mind.
Indulge, enjoy yourself and don’t forget your just desserts!
I hold my head high: take it all in stride as they feast upon my decomposing heart.

A grin begins to trickle in, ignorant glutton: the ruse was mine all along.
A cover you misjudged; children section I am not!
Deception inception, lie within a lie.
Poor snow white who took the bite of the apple, ordinary.

The clock kicked the moment you tucked in, a timed release poison of sorts.
Silently ticking, count down unknown.
I won’t be around when the time bomb bursts.
How unfortunate that will be.

Don’t like what you grow?
Watch the seeds that you sow to ensure a bountiful harvest next year.
Not an ounce of remorse do I feel when justice it is served and
Vultures get exactly what they deserve.