Dig In Poem by Brian Ely

I jump out of the box
But it's too late
Covered in dirt
Realising how to end the mistake
But i lay here
Suffocated as only a corpse could be
Dead
Infinitely
If only i could scream to someone else
Maybe it would still help
But i'm trapped
Held down,
A prisoner
The worms guarding their meal
Glad i'm dead now though
And can not feel
Or hell for sure i would be in
So i guess i'm blessed,
For being in such a fine, rottable as i coffin

'Worms, dig in'