Premature  Burial  -  Malevolent  Creation

  Scratching  at  the  box,  hand  stretches  from  the  earth.

  Deceased  before  I  am  dead,  denounced  since  birth.

  Alone  in  this  dark  void,  left  to  deal  with  my  fear.

    No  way  to  escape  the  embrace  of  the  dead.

  Body  nnumb  does  not  respond,  my  mind  sees  all.

  Coroner  tags  me  for  burial,  ignoring  life＇s  call.

  My  body  left  to  rot  yet  the  blood  still  flows.

  Lowered  down  into  my  plot,  the  soil  is  now  my  home.

  Release  of  my  soul  is  impossible  to  me.

  When  I  still  possess  it  how  can  it  be  free?

  Not  dead  yet,  why  am  I  ignored?

  Mourning  for  the  dead.

  Not  dead  yet,  while  I  still  live.

  Premature  burial,  premature  burial.

  Pronounced  dead,  I  still  see  I  lie  motionless.

  A  mind  that＇s  still  alert  while  function  cease.

  Awake,  I  still  am  forever  trapped.

  The  light  of  day  it  now  will  never  be  seen.

  The  crawling  of  the  insects,  is  all  that  I  now  feel.

  Alive  upon  my  flesh,  my  death  is  not  real.

  Not  dead  yet,  premature  burial,

  Mourning  for  the  dead,  premature  burial,

  Expiration  met,  premature  burial,

  I  still  live,  premature  burial,

  Kill  me,  premature  burial.