Welcome

A hundred thousand candles lit, each one with a fire dancing at its wick. They give off this special scent.

Your hand runs across the smooth, slick surface of their casket, Then to meet the rough, false flowers that lay just above giving off no scent.

You speak and no one hears, You tap everyone’s shoulder, none of them feel you standing there. All you may do is stare.

Your mind panics and your missing heart skips out, Your invisible lungs fail to exhale or inhale. Now you have your new clean slate, for you have met your only true fate.          Welcome to your funeral.