Trapped
In a small coffin all alone.
This is your life,you should have known.
You sit there a while
But then start to panic.
As you choke on vile,
You feel you've gone manic
Claw at the roof,
Whats the point? you've already failed.
You become aloof.
As you see your bloody fingernails.
Scream into nothing.
Into your hands your face falls.
Hear yourself choking.
Insanity calls.
Bite your lip until it bleeds.
Cross your arms, and lay straight.
No one hears your silent pleas
Close your eyes and wait.
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