6ft under
so cold
packed down
into darkness
lonely
wondering where am i
arms crossed
so stiff
your eye's are bound
your lips are sowed
your cloths are itchy
suffocating
empty
bright light
a confusing tunnel
feeling dizzy
film watching your life
being judged
feeling the clouds
or stepping on brimstone's
yes you have left your flesh
but yet your not dead
and we are not alive
