Burial

This grave isn't made for two
but only for the bastard who dug it.
So it's time to lay yourself to rest
and never open your fucking eyes again.
The reality of this is quite plain, dear:
you ruined what was left. Your fate is
waiting beneath the soil and dirt;
the dead are now expecting you.
You try to save yourself from this,
but how do you expect to climb out
when the hole you're standing in
is fucking six feet deeper than
what you really thought it was?