Death Beneath the Grave

Death has since been a fearful thing.
More than heights, death can bring.
When walking around, you notice the fog.
A bit of darkness, and a bit of smog.
Than death comes back and sees you there.
Standing on a grave, go in if you dare.
The stars are dim, the clouds are dark.
There's no telling what dangers embark.
He's grim and dangerous, he's a very tall man.
You couldn't escape him, even if you ran.
He pulls you in, your screams are piercing.
Than you remember that no one hears you screaming.
You're under the grave.
You're there for eternity.
There's no one to save you.
Even when you're hurting.