Clawing - Exhumed

Scratching at the coffin lid, fingers start to bleed

The air is growing thin, you have no breath to scream

First come the worms, then the maggots start to squirm

The clawing becomes frantic, your hope quickly fades

There’s no way to escape, trapped alive in this grave

Desperately you cry out, your mouth fills with dirt

Between you and your freedom is six feet of earth

The weevils arrive

Your body will become their hive

Clawing at your grave

The casket takes a slave

Denied the air you crave

You will never be saved

Clawing at the box

A prison with no lock

Your resurrection blocked

Your soul remains in hock

Clawing at your tomb

Death is coming soon

In this grave you lie marooned

But you will never be exhumed

Hands peeled and bloody, fingers worked to the bone

You will die within this casket, forgotten and alone

Clawing