Buried Alive

The crunch of the shovel is the only sound
Came to, woke up in the cold ground
They throw the dirt upon my body
It’s in my eyes and I can’t see
It’s in my mouth and I can’t breathe
Paralyzed, all I can do is seethe
I’m asleep but I can’t dream
And with the last air in my body I scream
Can anybody hear me?
I’m buried and this will be the death of me

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