old vulture

drowning in something

who’s not drowning in me

like pulling glass from my palm

then I’m shocked when it bleeds

I mean I mean I got the guns out

and we were ready to go

when I heard that creak on the staircase

when I heard it moving below

now its just perched on my shoulders

and i am bent with the weight

I can shoot to kill this old vulture

or let it take me away

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About brian black

laugh at the horror, fill the past with the future, my head lines and heart lines reach out for each other.
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