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