Vulture

Everyone sees great wings, beautiful doves always singing. They spread open their wings and say come to me. When everyone feels the calmness of white I can see darkness alright. Flying towards me with a burning reed of a filthy and venomous need. The wings that are surrounding me now are darkening with every sound. The sound that you find so hypnotic I see as anything but erotic. The wings surround me with a smothering inhale. Stealing my breath I feel so pale. A dove to you, a vulture to me. Taking my insides and laughing with glee. Everyone sees great wings. Beautiful doves, always singing, come to me. The talons have grown and sunk in deep. I cry to loud but only I see, the vulture the dove has turned out to be.