Funeral

I've always been fascinated with death. This is what I have imagined my own funeral is going to be like.

Welcome to my funeral.

Just a beautiful girl,

without a pulse.

Black roses on the coffin,

of regrets and mistakes.

From vanity of my sins,

I will join the Black Parade.

I will march to the sounds;

silence of suicide,

music of murder,

and the drum of death.

Prayers wont save me.

Hope just dismays me.

Swallowed down under,

holding hands with the reaper,

I saw the light fade,

darkness filled my eyes.

So welcome to my funeral,

they say I lived without a pulse.

The monster who once lived,

became a story meant to die.

A life so perfect,

once so pure, 

infected by hate,

death the only cure.

Beauty in sin,

vanity obsessed.

So dress me my best.

Take my secrets to my grave,

to become a haunted soul.

So welcome to my funeral,

come one, come all!

Reviews

[Rob Santana]

Really good. I too have a fascination with death. Morbid as it may sound.

[ThatPeculiarGirl :3]

Thanks! Indeed, it is fascinating.

[Sami Khalil]

A fascinating write as death is. Splendid...:)

[ThatPeculiarGirl :3]

Thank you!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)