I feel so trapped in all that I do
6 feet under, no way through
I see the light, through the cracks
Other than that, it’s pitch black
I can’t breathe, no air left
When will I take, my last breath?
I claw with my fingers blunt till the end
Searching for help, in need of a friend
This coffin won’t open, closed from outside
Waves are crashing, soil subsides
Deeper my box falls, hurtling away
I will rest in peace, better that way
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