The Image

The darkness of death 
Shines ever so bright 
as you walk down 
The tunnel of light 
The gloom and stench 
Burning like fire 
As you arrive at 
The funeral pyre 
You look down in 
To take a peek 
What lies within 
Brings a silent shriek 
The body lies still 
Eyes so bleak 
A resemblance to you 
You begin to think 
Is this a warning 
A sign to change 
Or just a dream 
An unconcious scene 
The choice is your own 
The decision you make 
Don't take to long 
The fire won't wait