I am the one dying and I am not even suffering

I am standing in the black mud

You are squeezing my barely beating heart

I feel the drops of blood on my toes

Your mind is the one who is causing this mess

I am the one dying and I am not even suffering

I gently smile as the harsh sensations arise in my field of consciousness

Some anxious thoughts are trying to get my attention

But sorry mind, there is nothing to do

Someone was identified with their mind, offended by my words

So he decided to kill me

I hope he learns better in his next life

I hope I live longer in mine