"Vultures"

They fly up in the red sky
Red as blood on my hands
Paranoid, scared of people
I can't see them approaching fast
Trying to give me wounds
That will bleed forever
Feeding those vultures
With my blood
Full of regrets
Over and over again
Asking all those
Unanswered questions

It all seems so abstract
I have my own crowd of vultures
Trying to make me cry
With bloody tears
Being alive became
Just a state that brings
So much pain
When vultures eat my soul away

They fly up in the red sky
Red as blood on my hands
Paranoid, scared of people
I can't see them approaching fast
Trying to give me wounds
That will bleed forever
Feeding those vultures
With my blood
Full of regrets
Over and over again
Asking all those
Unanswered questions

I can't let go
Of this state I found myself in
Is the only thing that I know
Only thing that is familiar for me
As vultures rip me to pieces
I fall on my knees
Trying to pick my broken pieces
Not considering myself alive
What I am still doing here?

They fly up in the red sky
Red as blood on my hands
Paranoid, scared of people
I can't see them approaching fast
Trying to give me wounds
That will bleed forever
Feeding those vultures
With my blood
Full of regrets
Over and over again
Asking all those
Unanswered questions
Never getting an answer
Without the answer
Those vultures will make
Me die

The End

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