Vultures
	by LiveToRegret

the world remains empty
the vulture of humanity still stands
as only we grow small
nothing like a glass vase
caught to be placed on a tray
served to those who look to the sky
how little we must be to them
for those to not care
only pressure and humilation
is at their despare
ask yourself why?
are we worthy? are they?
built apon as scavengers
thoughts are the only thing thats on our side
maybe we are the ones
who should blow with the wind
speak as if god
maybe they know this
and can not bare to be let down
but yet, as if anyones corpse
we stand dead
a black hole of nothingness
we see through the eagles eye
how they dont even pass a glancing eye
doesnt it make you wonder?
makes you feel asthough guilty to die
we are not different
but they choose for they're minds to wonder
we are not in the wrong
but they choose for they're thoughts to win
who are these vultures and why are they here
countless day of watching more appear
they bury our souls
and feed on the flesh<
anyone outstanding
is burried
with the rest
dug to the lowest
for a smile among their 'youthful' agressivness
apethetic is felt
the violence leaves the scars
but on whom us
we are not living the lie
we cant, even if we must