As I’m going down the road,
I look up ahead,
I can’t see the forest,
I only see the trees.
But, I also see the Vultures—
Staring down on me.
The first one’s Hate,
The second is Pain,
The third is Suffering.
There are three looking down at me.
They’re waiting—
For my tender heart to harden—
So, they can poke my eyes out
And have their way with me.
By: ElRoy © 2020
