He’s pale flesh, corrodes away…
A morbid stare
To he’s stagnant daze.
Black filled eyes, and painted cries.
Chapped locked lips,
To a faded kiss….

Trapped,
He was inside the box,
Memories dug deep
For he’s nails engraved.
Depraved he yearned
For a second chance….

To breathe,
Deceived …

Once a man,
Half the foe.
Life was taken,
For reasons unknown.
Swept away,
One darkened day.
Now he’s lies,
All alone…
Left with only,
Cask and bones…

~To die,
He cried....
While buried alive…. ~


~Empath~

Empath In flames

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/buried-alive-4/