Time drags on slow
Just another moment in this coffin
I'm not wailing now
But if I was, no one would hear it
There is a pain to being dead
Such a sick existence

I can feel myself rot
More skin leaving these bones
I want to break through this wooden box
To crawl through the dirt and the roots
Craving the brains of the living
To try and ease the pain

But for now, here is where I'll lay
Sinking more into the earth
I shall hurt for a little while longer
Till I get my chance to be above ground once more