Nothing Left for the Crows to Eat

Closed eyes as I lay to sleep.

Preyed on by crows for meat.

Listen close for the heart to beat.

The pulse stops while the crows feast.

Deafened ears and heavy feet.

Fade to black as I lose my peace.

Rest my head all nice and neat,

While my mental health has fallen steep.

In my head the memory keeps,

Of the past that felt so sweet.

Picked apart by every piece,

Until theres nothing left for the crows to eat.