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The crypt is ready

Last rites are read

But in the coffin

I am not dead

You'll never know the horror

Of being called death

For inside this earthen chamber

I am breathing my last breath

Tears are shed

Mournful strife

Flowers strewn

As you burry life

I hear the resounding clang

Of the consecrated bell

Holy water chills my face

But why can't you tell

I can not move

I am trapped inside

Don't bother to exhume

I have already died

Don't just stand there

Fucking help me

With the lid closed

I can't even see

How cold the grave