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Accepting My Fate

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by Pay_Ray

by Pay_Ray

Squawking is the sounds I hear,

They ring so loud in my ear.

They took my eyes but I can still see,

My own version of the scenery.

Black feathers on flapping wings,

All around me they all sing.

Squawking out the victory of a feast,

Of this beaten down mighty beast.

Pointed black beaks pull at my skin,

Digging for my tender meat within.

Piece by piece they tear me apart,

Bleeding me out, slowing my heart.

Glassy black eyes empty in their stare,

I can see my reflection in its glare.

My body unmoving finally giving in,

Accepting my fate that this is my end.