Bludgeoned limp, then forced into a narrow casket.
Two feet too short for your body.
By broken bone and twisted limb.
Your soft shell is made to fit in.
Savour the taste of the blood and the dirt.
As you're buried alive, entombed in the earth.

You are broken and buried alive left to die in a shallow grave.
In a box clogging an earthen cave.
Lying twisted in a crumpled wreck.
Even breathing stings your broken neck.
Screaming, an instinct, now all you know, expel your breath.
Claws of fear gripping your heart, the voice of fever rattles in your head.
Now you're buried alive, and soon to be dead.

Entombed in the earth.
Your body is a broken mess.
Your mind lingers on the edge of death.
Knowing nothing.
Simple thoughts of simple scenes.
Feeling everything.
Pitch black is all you see.

A hell of dirt and splintered wood.
Feeling worse than you ever thought you could.
Gut-twisting nausea and claustrophobia to an unfathomable degree.
And so you scream.
Chewing up oxygen recklessly as you scream and you scream.

Screaming burial.
And so you scream.

Your throat is dry and raw, your captors beg for more.
They hear you muffled by the earth.
A morbid means of entertainment, to them that is all you're fucking worth.
You're running out of breath, lying a shallow depth.
Below the surface of the land.
Battered mind hears the mocking of the loam, of the clay and of the sand.
Losing your mind.
You're out of time.

No-one knows where you are.
Except the ones that put you here.
But why should anyone else even care?

Oxygen deprived, you've lost what's left of your mind.

Brainless you scream.
Until you die, you scream.
You don't know why you scream.
You've lost your mind, you scream.
Under the ground you scream.
Buried alive, you scream.

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