THE TALKING GRAVE

Should I call myself container?
Where every mankind will be temporarily kept
Often people hurts me with digger
But in me you will all be left

I'm hated by people, yet I'm inevitable
Engrossed with poisonous venom
Absconded is unavoidable
For the transgressors I'm a home of doom

Welcome to the home of darkness
Made up of mud and clay
Heart rumble, covered with weakness
All alone, thou will be locked away

A room full of terror(s)
When thou shalt realised thy error(s)...