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.