Buried alive and left to survive,
with a lighter and a knife,
the last thing I remember was parking,
my car on maple drive,
hoping and praying that I will be found,
I'm underground inside a wooden box
with sounds of insects crawling all around,
screaming and knocking i just swallowed something inside the coffin,
it's the chilling and empty feelings of Starving that makes me open my mouth,
with memories of my last cookout,
i started to chew without spitting out,
now I can hear less noises of them,
In every stiffness and pulling of my breath
that I'm using to fight death.......
©darko-dark
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