I woke up with the feeling of being <br />a carton of ice cream in the freezer <br />I got out of bed and my bones chomped <br />like mountain-top snow <br />The cold was nibbling on them <br />because it already got the meat <br />The vultures are here to finish the job <br />When will the spring come<br /><br />Theorem The Truth Serum<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-vultures-are-here-to-finish-the-job/
