Taphephobia Confirmed

This road upon which I tread
Fills me with an overwhelming sense of dread
The prying eyes of demons pervade
This silence that I'm acustomed to evade

A cackle in the bushes beside me
Provokes me to begin to flee
I dash across the gravel
My mind beginning to unravel
I feel death stalking behind me

I find to my horror no way to elude
The one that shadows my every move

But there, out of the corner of my eye
A shortcut to that safe home of mine
I dash through the gate marked Cemetery
So frightening when touring solitary

Headstones and crosses flash on by
As I run through, I try not to cry
My throat burns, and my legs are sore
I don't think I can take this pursuit anymore

I trip and fall into an unceremoniously unmarked grave
An open casket at the bottom that would scare even the brave
I land in the coffin, and to my dismay
The lid has shut and I'm doomed to decay

I scream, I writhe, I beat on the wood
But it seems that I'm trapped in here for good
Buried alive, in a wretched coffin it seems
Is one of the worst fates in my dreams

I struggle to breath, the air is dangerously thin
I believe that I'm going to die in this coffin
My mind goes dead, and my senses are dulled
I believe that this savage world has me culled