Dead

Bam. I died, They cried, My pride, smeared, My life, disappeared, And into the ground I hide, With only my sins by my side, And with fear I was obliged to adhere, With no other direction I could possibly steer And as I lay rotting in my own destiny, The others forgot, felt no empathy, Was it my fate to be forgotten? Planned since I was begotten? Or is there an end in sight, A place with no fright, But I lay there instead, In the ground, spread, Inbed in my grave, I still had lain, Dead.