Desecration It Can't Be My Grave
Suffocation, clawing the coffin walls, fingers worn to
bloody stumps. Gasping for air, eyes rolling widely,
panic attacks.
Send me ideafen me. Hallucinating, flashbacks of my life,
I don't want to die. Incarcerated, six feet from life, I
know there's no afterlife. I'm soon to become rotting
meatnto hysterical frenzies, a premature burial,
claustrophobic hell. It can't be my grave! Traumatized,
left for dead, my own screams
