Burial Pt.2

I can still hear their laughter
From my final resting place
The air getting thin
I'm lost in darkness

Have to act before exhaustion
How could I commit suicide in here?
Tearing apart my belly skin
Finding comfort in suffering
Touch the wounds with my fingertips
Unrolling my guts, piling them up aside
Biting my wrist, the taste of blood
Extirpating my nerves and veins
Painting the walls of my cage red
With every heartbeat a squirt of blood
Hoping I bleed to death before I start stifling

Now I realized where I was
Stayed calm, avoided claustrophobia
Did not remember what happened
Why was I prisoner of this shell?

I had to act before exhaustion
How did I commit suicide in here?
Tore apart my belly skin
Found comfort in suffering
Touched the wounds with my fingertips
Unrolled my guts, piled them up aside
Bit my wrist, the taste of blood
Extirpated my nerves and veins
Painted the walls of my cage red
With every heartbeat a squirt of blood
I bled to death before I started stifling