Vulture

by Ryan McNeil - Not entered

Vulture
  It circles it's pray,
  As dark as deaths giver.
  It is the last day,
  You look up and shiver.

  It rips you apart,
  It hates you all.
  It swallows your heart,
  Big or small.

  It carries you,
  To the other side.
  You become new,
  After the ride.

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1997-10-28 15:23:39
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:39:47
Poem ID: 48090

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