Written in 2008. Possibly in September as well.

The ravens circle me in the sky

I know right at that moment

That I will die

I cough and sputter

Spasm and mutter

My last breath

The ravens fly down in a second

Picking apart my bone and flesh

I see strings of blood

Plucked from their beaks

They also pluck my eyes

The horror I can't see

As soon as I'm a skeleton, white and bare

They fly away, into the air

There's nothing left of me

I won't even be buried, the wind blew my bones, nothing to see

I wished that you actually had a heart

As your lies have torn me apart