I’m Still Alive

Stab, stab, stab 
A murder in the purest is taking place
Stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab

I’m heaved into a hole blacker than theirs
No words are spoken 
I only hear their sighs of relief and their hellish laughter 
The dirt is shoveled on top of me 
I’m deepened 
My hand can barely reach up hoping for mercy 
My heartbeat is fading
Suffocated and hushed by their organized kill

My loved ones will never find my body
They don’t even know I’m missing

My last thought is whispered…