Hypoxia Lilies

A bed of satin to rest a head,
Eulogistic words on lips said
Clogging sweet stench of lilies,
Paradise lost now Grim Achilles.
Bible thumping in a funeral knell,
Dormant in this state I dwell.
Episodes of asphyxia overwhelm,
Disoriented in purgatory’s realm.
...Muted tormented scream,
Nightmarish nocturne dream.
.......Knowing you're all alone,
Silent screams, your own......
Hopelessness felt in somber tears,
A lover mourns for fleeting years.
.....Death....HA......what a crock of lies,
Condemned to bear.... kin and kith cries.
All senses sharp, Rigor Mortis, hyper-feelings,
Pondering chapel ornate ceilings.
Then... a jolt as lid slams down,
Embedded 6 feet below ground.
A spirit still haunts a rotting hull,
 Beetles burrow into a skull.
Bearing, everlasting burn,
As worms dine and churn.
Formaldehyde oozing from pores. The worst,
... Awareness dawning, you are cursed
Hypoxia lilies suffocate a sullied sod,
......Iniquitous belief.... there is no God.
Guilt and remorse.......
...Par for the main course.
.........Ravenous insects hum.
Apprehension looms….hell has just begun.