The coffin

I'm in a closed coffin,
Buried underground.
My hands are tied
And I can't make a sound.

I'm in a dark closet
Impossible to see.
I'm in a cave, the darkness,
No one listens, no one hears me.

Thunder crashes,
Blood drips.
No screams, no noise,
No words out of my lips.

My mouth mimics,
But is always quiet.
I can't open my coffin,
No matter how much I try it.

Jealousy takes over me,
I can't stop my rage.
Anger, sadness, will,
Whatever it takes to get revenge.

I'm still in this coffin
That will never cease to open.
I'm still locked in the closet,
My heart, soul, always broken.