(Original Poem 2009)
(Updated version 2014)
The smell of lilacs fill the air;
the smell that fills your frozen mind;
with this you feel fingers through your hair;
sending your dreams to trail behind.
If you look down you will see;
violet flowers upon your bedside;
a white haired woman saying let them be;
whispering that you were fine but even she lied.
If you dare look above you can see;
brilliant light like the sun beckoning;
daring you to ask what will happen to me;
but all that comes to be is your own screaming.
The light is not meant for you;
instead your screams are joined by more;
your horrid plans in life have seen you through;
from your lips come a prayer never uttered before.
With a final plead for your life;
by the living you will be all but forgotten;
there is a final breeze that pauses the strife;
the smell of lilacs placed upon your coffin.