Being pulled under
and having the door shut
I knew i would die the second i
Went
Before i was buried alive
i had this vow with my mom
"Never go with strangers"
But we never listen
and now i am paying the price
I'm blindfolded with a rag
and my mouth is covered with ducktape
my hands are bound before me
I have no escape
the shovels of dirt is battering my coffin
Loudly
My breath and air is shortening
I'm losing oxygen
I start to frighten and kick the top
I only hear a deep thud in the pitch
Darkness
Hot tears stream down my face
And i breathe in my last breath...
What only two people can do =)
my heart is broken
no ducktape, no stitching can help it mend together
only you and i can
