I feel dead. Maybe it's all in my head,but i don't think so.
It's too dark, the air too heavy.
People crying all around me.
I want to call out to them but i can't, my lungs won't draw the air i need. I hear nails driving in, my space is small, i can't move. Is this really the end?
It's quiet now.
No sound except my heartbeat slowing.
I'm going down, suddenly sleep,
buried deep,
under six feet of brown blanket.
