Scratching At The Inside Of Your Coffin Poem by Ricky Lewis

Screaming at the top of your lungs
Buried beneath six feet of hell
Clawing, digging, scratching, seething
Towards the faintest light that signs demise

Finding out it's the end
Waiting to descend

Deep embedded earthen tomb
Throes of death will consume
Alone your body shall expire
To be thrown to eternal fire

Terminal black light dies down
Reach an answer above ground
Stale lungs struggle to ask it
God help me open this casket

What has become of this impregnable dark
What says the reaper guiding your heart
On your last limb fighting back the throes of death
Heartbeat slows waiting for your final breath

Every second brings you closer to the edge of existence
Holding back, no hope, your futile resistance

Finding out that there's no afterlife
Brutal truth exposed too late