Buried

Buried in a pit.
Drinking my own spit.
Suffocate from ruin.
So dehydrated I don’t know what I’m doing.

My eyes feel like they’re peeling back in my skull.
I search what I feel but still don’t know.
So much is sloshing around in my head.
Am I the monster?
Or a victim pretending I’m dead!

Porcelain fragility reflected back as I stare.
Don’t know why I’m so scared.
But hairs on my back are standing up straight.
Feel some movement.
I just want to flee from this place, okay?

But daylight never comes.
Eternal darkness spins as I come undone.
I see an edge but it looks weak.
Or maybe that’s just I know I can’t quite reach.
Out of power I slump in the mud.
Fingernails claw at this sodden crud.
Throat dry enough I’d rather drown in my own blood.

Buried in a pit.
Devoid of any spit.
Slipping off as I fade away.
My time is up for there was no chance for me.

I died today.
Not my way.