Open My Coffin

Alone, All these summer nights, my body stale. I have memories of those that loved me, and those that died and went to hell. I was told by a voice that I must wait for all to die, before I truly die. My body sleeps at rest, and my eyes are closed scratch marks on the coffin door, unable to breath, and I feel nothing but sore. Only the suffering of my lonely heart, is all that stays with me. Unable to move, and unable to break free. Bugs, and snakes haunt me. I am sixfeet under and no one to rescue me. No one ever stops to think what happens when you die. If you really let go, and if you really do fly. you never stop to think that you really don't go to a better place, you are just in a dark room filled with cold nights, and gloom. No moon no sun, Nothing but the loneliness, and the smell of your self rot. You wait for someone to open your coffin but they won't. No one to save you, and you can't save your self. And all you can do is wait. You would cry, if you were able to. You would open your eyes but all you see is your fears that caught you. You are dead, And no one to talk to. And you wonder if hell would have been better then this. An entirety of nothingness. Written October 14th, 2001 © on Oct 14 2001 02:16 PM PST, Shelly   0 • 8