The soil slipped past her lips

And quickly coated her tongue

--I am too young--

The mud swam under her eyelids

Her eyes were stinging with pain

--I am going insane--

Her fingers clawed at the dirt

But her body kept sliding down

--Shall I ever be found?--

In this grave that she has made herself

Death has given its call...

An unimaginable fall

At a much too early age

An incorrigible choice

Has buried her voice

Forever

-DM