their heart was a vulture
scouring the surface
holding a position of love and devotion
but they got what they gave and gave what they took
the revenge that seeks will only name
a professional lonely with a heart of honey
embracing every part and through the dark
it takes the hunger, rapture and torture
within, it knows, it basks and grows
but slows with a nauseous awake
a somber world it lives
the chills, the night and always at fright
it fractures with affection, only knows rejection
the karma, the fate
for all those hearts they used to break
the sum of a person’s actions in this and previous states of existence