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Under the ground, where I now lie

I can only feel the rotten wood of my coffin

I can only feel the worms running through my cold skin

Cataleptic despair

As anxiety took hold of me

All hope vanished

In a desperate cry

My hands were tearing and the slivers penetrated my nails

In an empty attempt to ascend I vaguely touched a fine chain

As I pulled it I heard the distant sound of a bell

A bell that only lifeless bodies hear

Collapsed lungs

Agonic suffocation

Buried alive

Cataleptic despair