Graveyard

The graveyard opens the door's to the walkway, But only to me, Take slow breathes and count to three, Now i open my eyes , I see what cannot be lies. Upon the grave is my name, As if i opened the door and death came. I lay in the grave motionless as ever, My mind is quiet clever, This has to be a dream, It must not be, Laying in the coffin cannot be me!!! My screams to anyone cannot be herd, Not even the tiniest word, From my mouth come's out a small choked up cry, Life passes fast and then you die. This is a dream, I scream!!! It is not what it seems, The dream thrashes, For it has turned to ashes. I wake up, Scared as ever My mind can be quiet so clever, I see i am still in the coffin, I yell for help! But all i can hear is a helpless yelp.