6

Five feet's not enough, so he has to dig deeper
And stare directly in to the eyes of the Reaper
He stares at the sky as the clouds tumble over
Familiar feelings flourish; those of a self-loather

He peeks over the edge and sees a brother through the fog
The brother turns away, so he begins to sob
Tears fall from his face and pound down into the earth
Each one carrying with it more of his self-worth

He continues his digging, this time more thorough
But stops when he sees what looks like a burrow
He peers in closer at the hole in the wall
Something startles him so much he stumbles back and falls

He sees teeth sunk into his lip, which are attached to a snake
Panic consumes him as he's drawn in to terror's wake
The panic is proved useless. It is now in vein
For Death's embrace came so quick, he hardly had any pain