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 numb 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