The Silencer

Exhume my buried heart from the valley of despair.
For the dust which I came from I have returned.
Due to the madness of a demon, it buried me alive deep in the hottest part of the desert.
My hands tied above my head; feet bound with twine.
It has to be late at night, I hear few cars passing in the distance.
It throws me in my grave, shoveling dirt in my face, ears, and hair.
I am struggling as hard as I can, he hits me in the head with the shovel.
I came to I felt blood coming from my cuts.
I was totally covered now, my grave.
I am screaming but only in my mind, my mouth has been closed, sewn shut.
Sweat is pouring out of my body burning like fire as it hits the open wounds.
No one will save me, please take me fast, please take me now!