Tasting dirt, <br />The rotten wood, <br />Suffocated, <br />Can see the daisies, <br />Can feel the grey stone above my head, <br />Theres no deep breath, <br />To take before the dive, <br />Not Alive.<br /><br />Nick Hilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-alive/
