Plight of a Grave Guardian

I, the Grave Guardian,
used to feed off the dead;
One, after the other, I would
take refuge in their demise,
leaving nothing but an engraved
stone – the only evidence –
(the robbery)
nourishing me.And, now, I am outnumbered
by seemingly living things
seeing through me;
things I cannot consume
but of see-through,
self-consuming, living things –
death awaits,
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.I, the Grave Guardian,
am nothing but a graved,
stone gravestone, of which
I was never guarding, Guardian.