Grave Clothes

Bitter strips of agony
they ripple and ride
stealthily
ravenous
untamed
mapping all your pain
buried deep within the stench of shame
wrecks the sense
making you feel insane
bound tight
too tight
as you seek the light again.
minutus steps are all promised
leaps defeated
eternity unfolds
slowly 
ever slowly
to get out of deathly
grave clothes.