Black feathers, fired up claws and beak
Aware of the stench of hapless despair
Hovering and circling, slowly marking time
A grim symbol of approaching death
Patiently waiting, an ominous image midair
All instinct, no malice, no evil intent
What a fearful omen for eyes everywhere
Draining a life, but to survive ---
Knowing everything must die in the end
It starts with a light touch on my shoulder
And as I slowly turn to meet those familiar eyes
That surprising sensation of warmth starts to bloom
From within me, bubbling upwards into the open
As if waking up from the depths of my being
A feeling that has never left, just kept - forgotten
But now revived, given a new life, another chance
How wonderful - to foster a shared experience
A renewal, a promise, a possibility
Old dust - forgotten, dismal, everywhere
Here in this sordid place, I used to call home
As memories lay heavily suspended in the air
A haunting vestige of past hunger and despair
A time when nobody cared
In secluded corners and familiar spots,
I catch glimpses of forgotten conversations and secrets
Still echoing sighs of blame, guilt and deep regret
That nobody dares to talk about and just want to forget
A place riddled with sin and death
