• 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.