Ripples Of Thought, Drip, Dripping From My Mind

Envision yourself trapped, locked in a box
Under the ground, covered with dirt and rocks
Trapped in the casket, alive for a while
Tearing at the lip in front of you, before you die.

Buried alive, such misery
Buried beneath the earth six feet
Unable to breath other than cold, diminishing air
You let go of your life, you just do not care.

You feel yourself start to get somewhat drowsy
Like your tired, uncomfortable, you start to feel lousy
You say your final goodbyes to all left behind
You close you eyes, and step into the blind.