My Life Inside A Graveyard.

Ever wonder how it feels like to live inside a graveyard.

When I woke up it was dark,
my eyes were covered with bugs.
I couldn’t see everything.
I feel flies clawing into my skin,
my skin turns into a rotten corpse.
All my life were gone,
my heart stopped like a dead drum.
I need to get out of here.
I feel fear and frighten that I need to go somewhere.
I need food, human flesh food were I can eat all the blood and guts.
I can’t smell, I can’t see.
I feel my head bleeding down to my knee.
I feel dirt and wood.
I wish I would get out of here,
only if I could dig my way out of here.
I wont give up, never give up.
I most be strong to used my rotten fingers to break this wood where I am laying on.
I break, and I break this living piece of coffin.
I pull myself outside of this dirt.
As my life in a graveyard will never be forgotten.

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Reviews

[Bette]

you did a good job obviously its gory but well written. there's a few places you broke the rhythm. in a few days come back and edit it and i bet you make it smoother. but could see the story, great job