the perfect day for my funeral

The perfect day for my funeral

By: Alyssa Taylor 12-19-09





Tears fell like needles from the sky as the preacher read the words that never saved me



The light I never saw the hope which was never restored to me



The thunder rolls, it masks the sound of my soulless coffin as it hits the cold damp earth



For dust I am and to dust I am returning



It is a perfect day for my funeral on the far north side of the cemetery



Tonight I sleep with the insane, the sinners and the murderers









The grave site smells like roses they mark the end of a perfect summer



The bitter perfumes veil the smell of my rotting body



Tears fall from the eyes of the few people that surround my hole in the ground



The tears taste of regret and failure



It’s a perfect day for my funeral on the far north side of the cemetery



Tonight my heart rests in a hollow hole six feet under life









If the sun were shinning it would be setting for me one last time



As piles of dirt suffocate my death bed



I can’t tell if its tear drops or rain drops that water my new home more



And all I hear is silence



Today is a perfect day for my funeral on the far north side of the cemetery



Tonight I drown in an ocean of sorrow







They buried me on the far north side of the cemetery six feet under ground



Sixteen years into their memory



I became twelve words engraved in a stone three feet above ground



And one note I left in the empty bottle of pain pills



Today is a perfect day for my funeral on the far north side of the cemetery



Tonight I am a body in the dirt and a stone above the ground