Bargain in Death

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