at a funeral
with sorrow adorned
the mourners come to mourn...
upon a pedestal a casket sits
through the air the silence drifts
draped with roses as red as blood
with razor thorns not meant to cut
down the face a make-up smear
abstract painting made by tears
men hold back as women weep
wiping tears from their cheeks
with a swipe of their sleeve
the men control the tears that creep
upon the silk an idol lays
from this world he has escaped
in a coffin of lacquered black
a skindred statue placed on his back
a tranquil look upon his face
finally devoid of any pain
on this day he appears to sleep
and finally looks to be at peace
in my head i hear a song
a baritone singing strong
i close my eyes as echoes dance
and put me in a placid trance
the song i hear is just for me
a calming voice that brings me peace
not a sound for all to hear
within my head ringing clear
to pay my last respects today
ive closed my eyes to find a way
and as i slept its come to me
at a funeral in a dream
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