Braindead

Fingernails clawing through the soil
like a worm reaching the surface
I break through the wooden box
Escape to find out whats the purpose
Feel the ice in my veins
the stiffness in my bones
dust the dirt off of my skin
coming up in the graveyard alone
I don't know why I returned
to curse or to atone
Open my mouth to speak
but out only comes a moan

Days pass and skin decays
falling off like a apple peel
under the heat of the sun
the cold is all I feel
and the last thing I remember
is the back of the hearse
I don't know why I returned
to atone or to curse