Red-Headed

I wake early these days
And often miss the ends of dreams.

It's not going to bother me much though
As I am doomed to tune-in to the repeats.

Breathless, bathed in a sweaty melancholy,
The rancid wings of the giant carrion birds

Envelope me, smother me, enervate me, and enfold me
As they wait for my inevitable demise.

I'm lucky to have survived this long,
From the ceaseless pecking of their hated beaks.

Free me from this flesh, pick me to the bone!
Waste me, eat me, drink me, kill me.

You despicable shadowless souls of darkness,
You hunched and hideous fiends from hell.