Long's The Way

Long’s the way for the man inside the grave,
He claws, he kicks, and he screams out his name! 
But the graveyard is still, like a photograph’s frame, 
He screams and he cries, but he won’t be saved. 

At some point he finds, his heart’s resolution,
He gathers his breath, to still his confusion,
He claws at the earth, one hand at a time, 
Sifting through dirt, he’ll claw through the night. 

Long’s the way, for the man inside the grave, 
All alone he goes, to make his great escape, 
From this graveyard of illusion,
In a stagnant-still landscape,
He’s clawing through delusions, 
The ones piled on his grave,
But with his trying-constitution, 
He’ll claw through the darkness to live through day.