DEAD
I’m dead, my heart went from beating to digging it’s own grave. My skin has gone pale, and my lips are cold. As I lay in this coffin I can hear the cries of my family and the whimpers of my friends. I can feel it as they lift and carry me to the Hearse. I feel myself moving down the road bouncing up and down. I can hear them turn the engine off, and opening the doors. I can feel them pick me up and carry me to my grave. I can hear them as they pray and then the chains slowly put me in the ground six feet down. Now I’m at the bottom of my hole, I can hear them shoveling the dirt over me... I’m home.
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