Vultures In My Head

Thoughts circle my head like vultures waiting to feast on the dead Begging to be fed With dreams devoid of hope but full of dread And thoughts weighed down with lead These creatures whisper in your head Give up they say No one needs you to stay Who cares if you see the light of day I like it here but who am I to say You pray Lord take me away To a place that I can flee But always be free From the monsters inside of me To your terms I agree To feel so carefree And sit by the sea With my cold ice tea Under the shade of a palm tree But I can’t leave For I can achieve Many things if I believe So this deal I must cleave And the creatures must grieve For I still have a life to weave