Funeral Pyre Vultures
One final descent
The emptiness it portrays
Long views into nothingness
It's where you go to die
Where we're not found
The torment of isolation
Vast landscapes, parches your throat
Dust kicked up from the ground
Only the storm ridden sky
Controls the glaring heat of the sun
Soon it will break
Much like your spirit at hand
Where the desert owns your moral
Facing the vultures, that circle overhead
Give up. Give in.
