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Alone and alive, six ft under.
Ever opened your eyes and seen nothing?
Have you ever outstretched your arms and not had the room?
Ever inhaled and not had the oxygen -an empty breath?
No? Your Lucky.
I awoke to darkness. Wished to sleep. I start to wonder Knew where I was. Six ft under.
Mistakes made, I'm not dead.
Burrows before my time. The undertaker lied.
Nails claw at the silk lining of my death bed. Its uneven scrape tearing at my ears reminding me of my confines.
Oh how I wish to see the sun once more. To feel it blaze at my pale skin.
QaMy life I complained of being alone... Now I truly am... Buried alone and alive taken from my greatly missed life.
Have you ever outstretched your arms and not had the room?
Ever inhaled and not had the oxygen -an empty breath?
No? Your Lucky.
I awoke to darkness. Wished to sleep. I start to wonder Knew where I was. Six ft under.
Mistakes made, I'm not dead.
Burrows before my time. The undertaker lied.
Nails claw at the silk lining of my death bed. Its uneven scrape tearing at my ears reminding me of my confines.
Oh how I wish to see the sun once more. To feel it blaze at my pale skin.
QaMy life I complained of being alone... Now I truly am... Buried alone and alive taken from my greatly missed life.
Published 28th May 2015
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29th May 2015 3:39pm
a sad death repose, full of remorse and a desperation to live - very clever stuff
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29th May 2015 11:51pm
