Blasted sun, cast away
Discarded like driftwood, human debris
Decades of decadance, thrown aside
Swallowing sandpaper, breathing in burial


Vultures circle, their hunger is mine
Smelling the bloodshed, my turn in line
Soon they will come to drag me under
Eaten from within, devoured by hunger

Ships are sailing past my rock
Abandoning me with every move
No one cares about my plight
All will come and pass me by

Vultures - going down my throat
Window to the soul they take from me
Eaten alive, scavengers feast

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