Garden of feasting

The wind blows ever so slightly the moss has grown on the door quite more than before struggling, I yank it open The smell of green wafts vines, bushes, moss, clovers scattered everywhere amongst the soft foliage I lay contemplating the ground consumes me I smell more and more like dirt hours I sink into this paradise I never wanted to die but maybe I wouldn't mind if I could just forever fall asleep in this meadow I hear the birds chirping they land on my body I can feel their beaks ripping into my skin yet I don't yell I look up at the butterflies in this mysterious garden, the most euphoric feeling I smile so brightly as the birds eat me In my peripherals I can see the blood and organs scattered in the grassy floor may the earth consume me bring me back to the dirt whence god had made me from this old sinful human life disturbs me let it all fade so be it if I die if it's my time, maybe it's alright