Buried Alive Poem by Stephen Wallace

Nothing will prevent you from the massacre...
That you're about to endure...

There is blood on the floor and its splattered down the hall...
Dead bodies in my closet and some are hidin in the walls...

Just the screams will give you chillz...
But i have not even began with the thrillz...

Your shouting now but your missing your arms...
Pull yourself together man, your startin to fall apart...

Your too loud bro, be like your girl dangling in silent...
I said Stfu or we are about to get violent...

You make me laugh when your gargling blood...
Maybe i should just end this, wait that wouldn't be no fun...

If your trying to say something, then spit that sh*t out...
Your getting blood on my shoes, dont get kicked in the mouth...

Keep calm, you'll feel a lil shock...
Your mumbling man, I don't understand just talk...

Your breathing still you must be alive...
The knots in the rope are tight, lets go for a ride...

I open the trunk and roll you into a deep hole...
Good luck digging out, oh & God rest your soul