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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 awry


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