I can see the vultures circling above me
Painfully aware of their presence
But still pretend they are not there
Vultures are only vultures if you allow them to be
And that is exactly what I've done
Such small birds, little worry deserved
Yet high and mighty all because they can fly
Thirsty for blood but never hunt their own kind
They want the will from my bones
The glitter from my skin
They want the flash of my teeth
And the flick of my tongue
But they only feast on what they think I have
Like fiends they steal my song
Mimic my movement, copy my footsteps
Right into a trap
They squirm and fight, slipping away
Realizing all I fed them were lies
Because I am the vulture
And their crossbones are mine

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