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neutral Be gentle my sweet
For i have been picked at by vultures
These vultures I love for i cannot hate them
Years of endurance and still i feel no hatred
How can i endure this you say
Well my dear i know not, however...
There is a seed implanted in my thoughts
What is it you ask....
Well i shall explain my love
This love I have used to be hatred
So much passion in me i knew not i had
But alas I exposed my weakness and aye
The vultures they came at last
It was a strange sight it was
I knew not the reason for their being
And as quickly as they came they picked
at my skin; crimson escaping me
But for no reason i could concur did pain envelope me
I felt ease and a weight lifted off my shoulders
and for this reason and this reason alone I...
Dare I say it I...loved them
This is what my thoughts in a rush of senses
has set itself upon agreeing
And now I lay before you in the greatest pain
I must endure.
These gifts on my unworthy skin are all those vultures
left to me; They dont hurt at all
But the void of their departure has left my heart distraught
and heavy with grief...
I'm mad you say.. I suppose that may be true but quite frankly
I would give anything to have them here again
I know not what becomes of me now
All I am certain of is that i wish them here again.
- by moose it beezy |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/24/2009 |
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- Title: beloved vultures
- Artist: moose it beezy
- Description: idk its a poem i wrote while feeling weird and i like the outcome i guess its like the story of prometheus at least thats what i was told but i'd like to think not
- Date: 04/24/2009
- Tags: beloved vultures
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Comments (1 Comments)
- Keira Elizabethh - 05/01/2009
- You are very talented. I give it 5/5
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