(Omitting This Cold, Hard Grave)

Thrown into

This pit, this doom,

A grave for one still alive.

My vision’s blurring,

‘Neath the dirt,

Heaped over my cold, pale fingers,

Tossed over my deathly pallored face.

Help, I’m not dead!

Not dead, not dead

Echos in my head,

Cause of death:


The End

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