My Ruin

I watch the buzzards gather,
But no ones dead today,
Like sheep they follow after,
And promise not to stray,
I'm spilling open,
Inside my house of leaves,
It doesn't matter what's been said,
It's what my heart believes
It seems the hive is buzzing
the bees protect their queen
while snakes with poison venom
appear upon the scene
so ugly in their hatred
god bless the maybeline
so arrogant that when she cuts
it's done for all to see
I'm spilling open,
Inside my house of leaves,
It doesn't matter what's been said,
It's what my heart believes
I'm spilling open