Vultures

She looks at me every second
Hoping to find there anything new
But she see all the same
Even uglier
Walking along the street
And Envying all those around here
You’re devouring things
Loking more expensive than your
Diamonds are brighter
Than you have
All that you have
Do you have something more important
Than your beauty
Beauty of you
She always spits on the sooouls
Hunting for money as vultuures
Life your life dirty
Spitting on all
Dressed as whore
Walking along the street
And Envying all those around here
A man in devil mask
Will push you to the wall
Forced to remember all
Than you have done
All all that you Have done
No remorse No regrets
But its beauty lies in the tomb
It will remain in the mirror shrapnel.