Buried Alive

Buried Alive Once upon a nightmare thread Saw the satin lining and thought me dead I saw no light through the dread Quietly I prayed, not a word was said The pain was great the air was thin Amongst the graves a great din The dead cant walk for their in tomb I contributed a worthy boom To no avail I seek to rest again and again; my will to test Their is no respite for the weary I close my eyes the dream is dreary