My body was cold and numb
my lips parched, mouth dumb
their gaze piercing, others abetting
while I watched the setting
Shovels in their hands
skulls in their bands
a pick axe for every grave
they gather in numbers but not to save
Every gaze unpure
a moment of torture one must endure
your breath desperately trying to cease
you came in one, but going without a piece
Their hearts dark, eyes white
your death is painless, if it's without a fight
the Earth bids me adieu
as I watched from the grave's point of view.
