The pulsating vulture

I hear the sound, I can feel motion
I look around and it all goes away.

Birds they feed, for the demon within
The one with the stick, without the stitch

Days I could, I count, aloud
Stone the bark, for news fallout
Whisper your tears and I will care
Honor my pain, for my heart is in vain.

Sidd c.

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