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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365678" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Buried Alive!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The air was thin as I breathed it in, <br>It scarcely filled my throat, <br>I thrashed about and I tried to shout<br>But all I could do was croak, <br>I couldn't move for the lid above<br>And the sides just hemmed me in, <br>When a tap-tap-tap beneath my back<br>Broke in on my nightmare dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Elizabeth! Elizabeth! ' I croaked, <br>As the torment grew, <br>'Elizabeth! Elizabeth! Oh Lord, <br>Please Lord, not you! '<br>The sweat broke out on my fevered brow, <br>The terror grew within, <br>For hell was there in my bleak despair<br>As the rattle of death chimed in! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My wife then slapped me about the face, <br>'Wake up - it's only a dream! '<br>I filled my lungs with a rush of air, <br>And fought the desire to scream.<br>'And who's this woman, Elizabeth? '<br>She said in a sombre tone, <br>'If ever I thought I'd caught you out<br>You'd be coming on home, alone.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I shook my head in confusion then, <br>'Not true! There's only you! <br>The dream is simply an awful scene<br>Night terrors put me through.'<br>'You'd better get to a Shrink, ' she said, <br>'I've had enough of this, <br>For every night it's the same, you fight<br>For a woman you seem to miss.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I went to a Psych, with no result, <br>I went to a Naturopath, <br>I tried to sweat out the evil in<br>The salts of a cleansing bath, <br>I even sat in a séance, tried<br>To find if a spirit cared, <br>When the spirit of one, Elizabeth, said: <br>'Remember the love we shared! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I know of no Elizabeth! '<br>I said, with my conscience clear, <br>It's only a dream that returns to me<br>Whenever the stars appear! '<br>It pushed the planchette back and forth, <br>And the pencil spelt 'Alive', <br>Went back, repeated across the board, <br>'You buried me - Alive! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I staggered out of the séance then<br>Got drunk on the way back home, <br>The name had impressed my consciousness<br>With a vision of flesh and bone, <br>A vision of curling, darling hair, <br>And eyes that brightly shone, <br>A bonnet of blue forget-me-nots, <br>And lips that had whispered, 'John....'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My name is Anthony Peter<br>I repeated, twenty times, <br>I'd never been known as 'John', although<br>The name of John - it chimes! <br>I went to a hypnotherapist, <br>And asked him to take me back, <br>To find if I'd lived another life<br>In the dim and distant past.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He put me out in a minute, sent me<br>Whirling back through the years, <br>Laughing and mostly crying, I<br>Remembered it all with tears, <br>And suddenly there was Elizabeth, <br>A famous lawyer's wife, <br>I was a poor accountant, but<br>I loved her more than life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lawyer was cruel and heartless, <br>His wife was a comely wench, <br>He'd wed the girl to impress the lords<br>And his cronies on the bench, <br>He slept with another mistress on<br>The darker side of town, <br>But wouldn't release her from her vows<br>If the heavens came crashing down! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We fell in love in a morning, <br>Would meet at a farmer's farm, <br>While he was off in his Chambers<br>We were out in the farmer's barn, <br>We wracked our brains for the answer<br>To steal her away from him, <br>We both agreed that the freedom bought<br>With death, was the only thing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My friend was a brilliant chemist, <br>With his philtres, drugs and charms, <br>Who gave me a special potion<br>That would set up the first alarm, <br>Elizabeth would be as dead<br>As anyone could believe, <br>And while she lay in her coffin there, <br>The rest of us could grieve.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I paid for the grave to be dug myself, <br>By the family crypt of 'Stall', <br>He'd dig to a depth of six feet down<br>Placed right by the western wall, <br>Then I could tunnel from under the wall<br>And take her into the crypt, <br>While under the cover of darkness<br>We'd escape to our own retreat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The plan was fine as a plan, it worked, <br>I'd bored two holes in the lid, <br>Plenty of air would get to her<br>For the length of the time we'd need, <br>I paid the digger to leave the hole<br>Uncovered for just a day, <br>By the time that he filled that empty grave<br>We'd be well on the King's Highway.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But then, just back from the funeral, <br>I looked for the potion jar, <br>I knew to get rid of the evidence<br>Before we had gone too far, <br>My hand, it slipped, the jar was smashed<br>It cut me along the wrist, <br>The potion covered my bloodied arm, <br>I was too weak to resist.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I lay as dead, to the gravedigger, <br>With none, he thought, to care, <br>So thought he would do me a favour then<br>By burying me with her there, <br>He dropped my coffin on top of hers<br>While she lay waiting for me, <br>Then heard me kicking and screaming there<br>And knew she'd never be free! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It took some time, but I found the crypt<br>And I hid for a night and day, <br>Chiseled away at the base of the wall<br>'Til the stonework came away, <br>The coffins were planted one on one<br>And I smashed the bottom one first, <br>Pulled the corpse from its hiding place<br>As it fell, old bones in the dirt! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And a sigh burst out in the fetid air<br>As a bonnet fell to the ground, <br>Covered in blue forget-me-nots...<br>But I heard a terrible sound! <br>A tap-tap-tap from the other box, <br>And a voice that I once knew, <br>'Elizabeth! Elizabeth! Oh Lord, <br>Please Lord, not you! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">29 December 2009</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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It scarcely filled my throat, 
I thrashed about and I tried to shout
But all I could do was croak, 
I couldn't move for the lid above
And the sides just hemmed me in, 
When a tap-tap-tap beneath my back
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