coffin

You dig my grave, a smile on your face,
You choose the coffin in which I’ll be encased.
Shovel it here-the mud and the dirt.
And then watch me cry; loving my hurt.
Rain in my cuts; Mud in my vein.
I’m furiously menaced-I think I’m insane.
You keep on digging, the storm roars above,
Taking away all I used to love.
Skin white and filthy, eyes bloodshot red,
And you dig my grave-my cradle of dread.
Mouth gushing blood; baptizing with curse.
And you dig my grave-You build my Hearse
Thrown in the coffin; lid slammed so soon
The terror rips thru me like a jagged harpoon.
Crushed in the grave, mud on all sides,
The blood from my wound streams and it slides.
Mud thrown on top-The official damnation.
You chant a curse-a small incantation.
You walk away-you’ve dug my grave.