Taphephobia

Woke up inside a box,
6 feet within the earth
I listened to the grave
And the grave was howling.

Fear of premature burial is real
My soul still trapped in my body.
My last hour of great suffering.
My face, a horrid death mask.

Scream to the darkness,
Entombed in the ground and forgotten.
Fingernails bleed,
As I tear at the lining of my coffin.

Seconds turn to hours.
Hours into days.
A lifetime of eternity.
I'm left this way.

Buried but not dead.
If only someone would listen to me.
Buried but not dead.
We are born alone, we will die alone.
Buried but not dead.
Is that the way is meant for me?
Buried but not dead.
Let alone with my putrid body.

Buried but not dead.
If only someone would listen to me.
Buried but not dead.
We are born alone, we will die alone.
Buried but not dead.
Taphephobia is the true fear.
Buried but not dead.
I want to be anywhere but here.