Carrion Ego

With his eyes wide shut
His head stuck up in the clouds of dust
His ears stuffed to the brim
To hush all the silence around him

cs pareidolia sets in
The smirks become grins
Face to face with his sins

Before too long
He'll be gone, again
Feeling wronged.
Leaving behind yet another misnomered swansong.
He'll come back again,
Praying the crows will leave him alone
With whats left of his carrion ego.

Carrion ego.

Meat left on the bones,
More feed for the crows.