Can you ever forgive me?
I can't.
I am a vulture circling around
My long dead past and regrets.
Just waiting for someone to
Finally shoot me down and
End my ceaseless quest of
Hunting for rot.

Oh, you say you've buried past scorn?
Well then, I'm a grave robber I suppose.
I dig up graves for all my skeletons
So I can hang them back up in the closet.
And I'll crush and burn any jewelry or
Valuables we may have shared.

Why are you still here?
Have I not done enough to drive you out?
"Vulture, vulture!
Run away!"
And yet.. you stay.

You say you've forgiven me
But I know that can't be true.
If I can't forgive myself,
How can you?