Hypoxia Lilies

Written by: POETESS DARKLY

A bed of satin to rest a weary head,
Eulogistic words on lips said
Sufficating sweet smell of lilies,
Paradise lost now bane's Achilles.

Bible thumping in a funeral knell,
Quiescent in this state I dwell.
Episodes of hypoxia overwhelm,
Stagnant, in the stench of death's realm.

......And the tormented scream,
A serenade, in a nightmarish dream.
.......An awareness you're all alone,
Silent screams are YOUR own......

Within reality the sorrow and tears,
A lover mourns for fleeting past years.
.....Afterlife....HA......what a crock of lies,
Condemned to bare.... kin and kith cries.

All senses alert, Rigor Mortis, hyper-feelings,
Staring rigid at ornate ceilings.
Then.....the coffin  lid slams down,
You're buried 6 feet to ground.

A spirit still inhabits a rotting hull,
Insects burrowing into your skull.
..........Feeling the burn,
As worms dine and churn.

Formaldehyde weeps from pores... the worst,
.............and you ARE cursed
Hypoxia lilies asphyxiate a sullied sod,
......The iniquitous belief.... there is no God.

Guilt and remorse.......
....A par for the main course.
...........The insects hum....
And the realization......hell has just begun.