Vultures

I'm something I'm not proud to be, but what if this something has always been me? What if the monster that crawls in me is just my heart? What if it explodes before I tear it apart? My ruins will fly, like vultures in the sky. Picking on the dirt they find, of the ground and my dead body's hind. I tore papers to calm myself. The only relief i got was none. So i took the blade and carved myself, and all it gave me was fun. -ag