Dove

Walk into the room
Didn't get to see you sooner
I cannot refrain
Even in the somber weather
Slowly we unfurl like two doves
Floating in the wind

Walk into the maze
Never got to find the center
I cannot relate
Even with a modest temper
Slowly defoliate
Like little, tiny flowers
Descending into bloom

But don't you know the meaning
When you're hung to dry?
Vultures gather to collect all that's left inside
Leave no sense of the goodwill
That you still had inside
Mama, mama can you tell me
Is this what it feels like?
Mama, mama can you tell me
Did you smother her alive, alive, alive?