Bury the Living

One dark night, I went out to kill.
Waiting for my victims to pass.
Lurking in the shadows I'd hide.
With my knife and the element of surprise,
Run from my killing.
I bury the living. Bury you alive. Leave you to die.
Chasing you down I pull out my knife,
holding it over an inch from your eye.
You twist and squirm and fight for your life.
As I jam the knife right into your spine.
Paralyzed from the neck down.
I throw you into a hold in the ground.
You're still alive as I cover your grave.
There you will stay as you start to decay.
Here... Awaken.
Spirits... Beyond death.
Life taken... and cast out into oblivion.