So this is hell, where I should die
A grave I dug for myself
To lie down and slowly fade
All that I am to shift and suffocate
Dirt heaped in abusive piles snuffing out my life
The airs toxic, my lungs ache from holding my breath
I deserve it. I am the coward who ran away
Running to safety, or running to death?
Who of us can tell.
I will die here, gasping for air and sweet release
Alas none shall I find, for true freedom is not my Fate.