Im looking at him...at me.
In the coffin...alone.
At the funeral in an empty room.
Not a sound.
I shake and shout at my lifeless body.
Not a move.
Was this the path all along?
Could I ever fight this destiny?
Watching myself get lowered six feel under.
I feel regret and fear.
Something drags me into the grave.
Into the coffin with overpowering force.
I punch, kick, and shout.
But it's hopeless I am trapped and alone.
Panic intensifies and I am awaken.
Why did i dream this?! Why do i remember every second and feeling! So vivid and lucid.
Am I grave bound young?
Or is my mind really gone?