Gravedigger

The casket was buried in flowers, A pungent smell for a grave, Clock of life ticking down the hours, Soft petals flying up to heaven's gate, Silence echoes in the ivory tower, A wingless angel sorrow by trait, Limit intended for those who cower, Judging the judgment for a soul to migrate, Gravedigger are you just a slave? The grim reaper waiting for another grave, Gravedigger does this not seem insane? Don't toss that dirt on me i want to see my fate, Six feet deep under the cold shovel strain, An ongoing battle between give and take, A life no longer the tombstones proclaim, This plot of land made for a human crate, Time will continue to flow like blood in veins, So gravedigger I have one request to make, Don't throw that dirt on me so I can feel the rain, Don't throw that dirt on me so I can see my fate. (2017)