i don't mind

lying in a pasture grey
watching me are birds of prey
helpless on my back i lay
what could i do to escape
i cannot move in this state
birds of prey my mind have raped

i don't mind

lying there the grasses grow
birds see me and now i know
flocks of death begin to show
feathers amassed in my head
my skin i have slowly shed
did not feel pain as i bled

i don't mind

dirt so heavy on my face
clay and mud defy disgrace
rock and sand grind me to waste
buried here is really nice
all the dirt is in my eyes
not a sould can hear my cries

have i cried
no just died

as my body loses blood
earthworms swimming in the flood
while it's seeping in the mud
dirt in my mouth and it's dry
dirt on my legs as i lie
dirt in my eyes i know why

have i cried
no just died

i don't mind
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