In the graveyard of the buried alive
she screamed and groaned...
moaned
and they sighed...
another one
to tell a story
It was the best day of my life (she said)
there from my coffin
in my best clothes
mascara, rouge and lipstick -
I could hear them praise me soft and low
twas pure bliss!
people in black and mourning
with nothing but good to say of me
highlighting my achievements
played down my bad
and I had been waiting
my whole life for this!
and then they were there
these people in black
my friends, foes
and I don't knows
kissing me on my forehead
bidding me goodbye
hardly aware that i was screaming
silently - no one heard my cry
my mind registered bouquets
a malicious eye or two
some tears spilt to wet my face
a whispered word from you
and then they gently closed the lid
and nailed it into place
and lowered me down by ropes
down into the hole
and threw mud upon my face.
hey! 'don't do that!' i cried from where within
i could hear the muddy rain
but bury me they did and an epitaph -
"Buried alive - never to be heard of again!"
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