Dream Theater "Buried"A Poem by Brandon DunbarAnother sequence in the Dream Theater series about being Buried Alive!The curtain falls Eyes grow dim Sleep now overtakes me As the next sequence begins I awake to darkness Little room to move around Arms and hands are free Legs seem to be bound Seems to be a wood box Not much room to spare I'm not alone in here A scorpion intertwined in my hair How did I get here? Will I get free? Who trapped me in here? Why target me? My breathing has slowed The oxygen is almost out Being saved is not in the cards Of that I have only doubt Box is starting to crumble Dirt starts to fill the inside Only minutes left to live I really don't want to die As my consciousness fades Give my family my love My form will fade away I'll watch from the starlit skies above My heart gives its last beat A ringing from my phone I'm jolted awake in my bed Back where I've always known My chest still tightens with dread Just another vivid dream One thing about these sequences Nothing is as it seems
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Added on July 24, 2025 Last Updated on July 24, 2025 AuthorBrandon DunbarPhoenix, AZAboutWell to start off, I just started writing a little while back. I just decided to write one day out of pure boredom. Well I ended up writing 2 poems that day, and I got a very good response from them. .. more.. |

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