My mind spinning, insanity brimming From the voices that chant their tune; In the glass: a husk, sanity leaving, Cast from its remnants, discarded too soon.
Incessantly, the vultures devour me, Gorge on the fractured mind, let it expire. And that feeling consumes: the agony, And that feeling burns: the scream of liars.
The fire has died, now a dullness looms; The vultures but a cry, leaving me here With an emptiness that all but consumes. Consumes until the voices chant their tune.