It Can't Be My Grave - Desecration

Suffocation, clawing the coffin walls, fingers worn to

bloody stumps.

Gasping for air, eyes rolling widely,

panic attacks.

Send me ideafen me.

Hallucinating, flashbacks of my life,

I don’t want to die.

Incarcerated, six feet from life, I

know there’s no afterlife.

I’m soon to become rotting

meatnto hysterical frenzies, a premature burial,

claustrophobic hell.

It can’t be my grave!

Traumatized,

left for dead, my own screams