Vultures.

You WOULD sit there and smirk,
you slimy, no good fuck.
Stick with a story, and just move forward.
It's not that hard; it's just that simple.
Are you seeing all of these wrinkles?
Not just on my face, on my soul,
you dark, bottomless blackest of black rat holes.

You engulfed me; mind, body and soul.
And somehow, you escaped without ever having to know!
But, Leo is right, I am not this low.
I am not as small as you made me.
I could've given you everything you'd ever dreamed to be.

I know this is the dumbest thing.
Spilling my guts into thin air that will float away unseen.
I gouged my ribs open for vultures to clean.
And they ate it up, everything.

The one thing I can say, though I know
I might certainly be certifiably insane,
is that at least I'm not the one feasting
from this ugly, nauseating scene.