Buried Myself Alive

The hardening pound of the nails
they echo through my ear
my hands hurt and bleed
and you're just not here

Lower and lower, i descend
into and an abyss of endless pain
the taste of your lips still linger on me
the scents of your hands still remain

My heart starts beating slower
The air around me is poisoning
my wrists pain and I'm stained with blood
the dirt keeps falling on the box

I tried to make things work, too hard
So I'm burying myself alive