An Off-Night Reality-by Lyric Dysin

They heard my inside was good so the vultures came.

I sought shelter, but in came the rain.

As smiles train a thousand miles to hollow,
I've got betrayl on the brain.

Swallowing tears that maggots follow
(like gold-diggers to a mine).
Being held high for the vultures to take aim
Riding the shoulders of a crowd that I think I've made proud,
So I wonder who's the blame?

The shooter or the bullseye,
reality don't lie.
as the breath of vultures speak,
"I'm the next to die."

One sniff and I hear the dead poets speak aloud

Saying the vulture's prey
until nothing's left behind

if ONE allows

So they instruct me to hide my good
and drape myself in rotten ways
Blend in with the world
and I'd live a gazillion days.

But dare to be above the craze
and the vultures will pick at my bones
until they brittle and break
before being buried beneath the tombstone

Mind blown, I fight to fly

as they tie my wings to their silly things

to scold me.

Emotions running high
as they grin, anxious to remind me
that I'm a woman in a world

that man has built to fold me

...in hopes to straighten me out!

I shout: "No resistence will hold me...
not even DOUBT!

Work then to drain my eyes and climb to soar

so sure that the sky is my final resting place,
for why else would God have left it for?

Beyond the rugged sea; that precious shore;
that place where sunrays forever dance on my face.

Somewhere I can relax on a cluster of stars

that will not harm me, but comfort me,

as they call me the precious Daughter of Mars

Someplace so far that the Vultures can't aim

and the crowd no longer tucks their deceptions

in my brain

And my shame of being a bullseye

will die with the pain...

of being all alone.

      Written By: Lyric Dysin/Dee Watts