Waking
You grasp and you claw, but there is no escape
Scratching

The slivers of pine stabbing under your nails
As you panic
Your breathing gets faster as air runs out

Entrapment
Within the confines of this oblong box
Double-crossed

Left to die
Conscious
Effects of your serum have well worn away

Regretting
This insurance ploy gone completely away
Kicking

But six-feet of dirt keeps your coffin-lid sealed
Screaming
The painful acceptance that this is the end

Gasping for air, sweating profusely
You clasp at your throat as you gasp your last