Talking

Everyone is talking at me

But I can't hear a sound

They are shouting rapidly

While they bury me deep within the ground

 

They scream and hit

They beat me down

I break so I will fit

Then they pack the dirt and place a rock upon the mound

 

I lie there still

An eery silence in the air

Deep with my bones I feel a special chill

I lie dead, I lie without a care

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