Buried Alive

I had a thought while asleep, that I was buried alive.

I planned my own funeral, for when I felt like I was ready to die.

Yet, isn't that how we all are?

When we are ready to die, we do. Something in our soul is done burning, and fades away

Just as we do. 

I scream in the coffin for someone to save me, 

Nobody does.

"Please, help me! I'm not ready to die!"

Do you think they care? All this time you had wished you were dead,

just to want to be alive again.

What are you missing out on? The pain of human life? The sickness of other living creatures that filled your every thought with a death wish? The war on our planet? 

But this isn't our planet. It is an experiment.

And when we die, we see it

We look from a distance, and proceed on. 

Nothing can come of this life we have moved on from. 

Reviews

[Emrick]

I would like to say the title is nice and catchy. And I agree with evrything you are talking about in this verse.

[Rob Santana]

This is dark yet carries truth. Life is something that can easily be hated. To much pain and suffering. I can relate ti this piece. Like this a lot, well written.