Plots

Being buried alive is a terror beyond belief,
but the grave digger’s heart thrives on the rush
from the sheer thrill of watching the fear
explode in wide open eyes,
mouth gaping in shock and horror,
body taped to restrain its rebellion,
feeling so powerless to prevent
this unbelievable cruelty to one’s life.

Heart pounds so hard and beats so loud
as the lid is shut tight and darkness comes,
then there are the sounds of dirt raining
down upon the cover
while it grows fainter with each shovel.

Inside there is nothing except pure panic,
still unable to accept
how anyone could ever do this to another
and in the black silence suddenly
surrendering to the nightmare
while clawing at the lid and screaming
until passing out from the exhaustion.

Tomorrow will come and life
will have been unearthed from that tomb
for the grave digger is a lover
who is skilled at burying with hate,
its the mind that gets put in the plot
with each vile word uttered,
night is the visit from his fingers
carefully figuring another way
to strangle your sanity,
the stale smell of soil on his fingers
from digging the hole
where he expects you to suffer
as his form of I love you.