My Funeral

You walk up to my sarcophagus, look down and frown... LONLINESS.

Bending down you whisper "I Love You"... WANTING.

As I look around I see... DARKNESS.

The granite and dirt towers over my head... HEAVILY.

Drops of water fall from the tears being shed... SADNESS.

I feel the slimy tingle on my arm... CRAWLING.

The blackened silence has become my only charm... DESPAIR.

The edge of my lips form into a grin... TRANQUIL.

I realize this is the end... MY DEATH.

Written:
Friday, October 31, 2003