A Cry From the Grave

How long have I been in this tomb?
A year? A decade? An eternity or two?
Time does not exist here anyways
He passed me long ago, how long I do not know
But he left me here to stay

This tomb gets no more comfortable century by century
Hell knows no variety when it comes to settling down
I have rubbed my bones to dust in vain
To procure some position less painfully suited for underground

The only thing resting here is the fateful lid
Over which I have burst my muscles for fresh air to attain
I try, try again, but all is dark and morbid
Teeth were no good, for tis in vain

My voice is now but a shadow
People stopped hearing me long ago, as I them,
And now it only startles and scares me so
Who no longer controls the screams for it is no longer mine to own

All is dark, all is gloom
No companion but a tomb
All is fate, all is despair
No paradise, no vision fair

All this as well as death used to be far away,
But closer than I would have liked to think
But somehow closed the distance when in my blindness, I blinked
And now more real than I would have liked to say

Nothing else now can save
The soul I lost and to the world gave
Yes Hell is as real as pain, despair, and hate
Contrary to the world prescribed for fate.

Oh well, what can I say?
Choice is choice and way is way
I was always convinced happiness would come soon
But that is different and this is a tomb

Open my coffin, if you dare
To see Hell's servant and how he fared
The worms are my food
And I am theirs