Chewing (Still Buried)

Earthworms crawl and wriggle just beneath my saggy flesh

My eyes won't open so I can't see I'm a rotten mess

My nose fell off sometime ago -- can't smell my dessication

I'm likely dead, which would explain my dark incarceration

No light or fresh air in this little box of dampened pine

I can hear them chewing as the bugs sit down to dine

Even though my eyes don't work, the walls are closing in

I can't tell if I'm breathing, but the air is getting thin

I've got to get myself free of this horrid grave

Alive or dead, the outside air is what I truly crave

Perhaps a bit of living flesh to ease my hunger pains

Just a couple bites, or perhaps some human brains

The hunger's getting stronger and my mind has come unglued

I doubt there's too much left of me, after the bugs have chewed

I've broken through the coffin lid, and while it didn't hurt

I didn't think that I would have to fight six feet of dirt

My hands break through the solid ground and feel the rush of air

Grab the tombstone for support, and pull clear out of there

Standing in the night air I feel like I'm truly free

But I don't think I should,  I hear them in there, chewing me

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- Jack