My Life Is Death Six Feet Under Poem by Jean Eugene Guan

The dark night sky covers my soul.
I dwell in my own world of darkness.
And I lay in my coffin down a six-foot hole,
Where I own my world as my heart sunders.

I lie awake finding no way to sleep
Can't keep me from all the thinking.
How is a cruel world existing?
Which keeps on killing me slowly,
Making me suffer, making me fall so deep.
Deep down in the recesses of my sanity.

Holding me steadfast to a high-velocity travel,
Where my blood rushes bursting into my brain.
It holds my heart and it crushes it, squeezing.
Wringing out a liquid that screams out pain.
Pain that is lingering in my senses, clustering.
And soon it will rip open my body, my flesh.
Gouging out all the feelings, all the tears,
That was repressed to the whole humanity.

And soon every man will hold my blood in their hands,
Since they jeopardized a man's whole soul and destroyed it.
They killed me; they cut out my life, naïve of the crime.
I suffered much from all the torture life has given me.
I hold it all inside my heart; I know I'll die, that I admit,
I will rot in my coffin, and all pain will be buried with me.