Clawing Wounds

Terrorized
Blood paints the back of my eyes
Insurmountable dark
Unfaltering nightmare
Terrorized
Buried beneath the dirt and snow
Smothered by the earth
Choking on the bodies below
These roots hold me here
I felt them burrowing since birth
Nature, nurture
None of it seems to matter
My destiny is to rot
Tearing muscle from bone to shift the soil
Clawing wounds in the earth to reach the air
Drag my body until my tendons come apart
Learn my curse to deny my destiny to rot
Emerge from my tomb
Untouchable by God and man
Hunted by death
You should have killed me when you had the chance
You should have killed me when you had the chance