Savior

Staring me in the eye the vultures
caw and peck at the dead skin I adorn.
Hunger strikes their hollow eyes
as I stand paralyzed tormented and torn.

What do I have to offer for my life as I
have everything, but nothing that would matter?
Their caws mock me in laughter as they
viciously feed on my fears growing fatter.

Blood paints my body like a satin dress,
and there I am on my trembling knees as I fall.
With that a light shines blinding
with hope handing a hand answering a call.

A sweet smile from a kind face makes
all the vultures flee as fear they craved.
The blood washed away I'm set in
my true living skin for I was saved.