Buried alive

Already buried alive by the meaningless conflict we had.
Just dig a little deeper and you will find my bony hand that was stuck out for help.
Too bad too late to save the torn paper that had to be perfect again.

The signs were there the preacher was giving out clues.
Why must I always fall right into the watery grave?
I hope you dig me out one day the coffin will be painted in scratches singing for help.

Verify my last will to have a deadly revenge for all those who laugh at relations.
Quicken my end by those who refuses to blend.

Want a name, want a place on my gravestone in a message that was never sent.
Don't tell the ones that want the riches of the heart.
The hole in the ground is so deep it wants to swallow me forever.

Break the coffin wood into paper where the fire will burn anyone who wants to be a twisted patriarch.
I can hear the whispers in death of nature gossiping of whats happening up there.
I was still awake when we were sleeping with our eyes widely clenched.