The Grave I Dug

What's it like 

being buried alive 

six feet under 

the ocean's floor 


My brain a snack 

for fanciful creatures

what's it like


I scream for help,

but the ocean swallows

my cry


What's it like

it's here, six feet under

where I'll die

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