Bury Me Alive

Grains of sand in my eyes

Backhoe filling my bed

Attempting to sleep in this hole i dug

Dirt clots falling on my face

Keeping me awake

Attempting to yell at you to cut it out

Resulting in my mouth full of soil

Smothered as my final resting place is filled

I finally get my sleep

Away from your noise

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