The evil one has sealed my fate
I am buried alive!
Inside a tomb of hate and fear
I tremble inside - I struggle
In the cold, cruel earth
I gasp for air,
I seek the blackness

I am one with the oblivion
Of empty places,
Places I could not escape
When still alive

They throw shovels of soil
Atop my wooden coffin -
Yet still I faintly breathe
And squirm as I try
To scream, wretched
In a nightmare -
Trapped in this dream

I sought the solace of this grave,
But now I know that I was wrong

That not even death can efface,
The horror, the gloom, and the dread
Of this lonely place

Nor can the grim reaper efface,
The blight of those who were born
To be the outcasts of paradise