Diggin your own grave.

Your hands starts scraping,
the dirty floor,
with your flaky dry hands...
peeling,
from the sand and dirt,
rips open your skin,
to see the bone,
the skeleton hands,
reaching down,
digging out the dirt,
see the blood flow
in,
deeper the hole goes,
more the flesh pulls
off.
Laying each bone,
on top of another,
layering the skin,
draping it over,
the bones,
let the dirt fill back in
from the shivers
of your shake, rattling
bones, dirt trickles in.
Teeth shake & quiver...
in the dark,
eye balls blink,
and the brain
don't think...anymore...