Vultures
I hear those wispering winds
of Autumn Glenn
They’re sending me
back there again
Lay your troubles down
and fly with me
Over the self-loathing tortureous fields
of barren fruitless trees
Thoughts you have
are your worst enemies
Release control
let your mind be
Nothing can touch you
unless you feel
No one can hurt you
untill you care
A little taste of death
in everything we say
Truth lies
in a bucket
with the puke
of last night’s rage
But always one more day
for only time shall change
Nothing ever dies in hell
except self-will
Call me crazy but I have
seen
vultures circling amongst the trees.
Call me lost but I have
found
the living are dying
and the dead
abound.
Crazed lunatics running naked out of control
frenzy
of a new dawns light
flickering in their eyes.
Awaken now to a world of plastic
imagery, false dreams
and the morbid reality of a self induced robotic
haze.
Play children don't be afraid
your only byproducts of their
hidden rage.
Taken from you is all they can't explain
then you're cast aside to do the
same.
Cold, pale faces
frolicking in virgin snow
Pilgrims of
the new dawn
fumbling and stumbling
to become a part of something
they can't understand.