The Tunnel Cliche

Why does everyone compare life to a tunnel?
When one dies, there a light at the end of it.
   So for all this time,
   for decades, are we living in total darkness?
Do we thrive in a cold nothingness
waiting for a blinding light to raise us from our land?

I don't believe in this tunnel,
   for there is no light. We are dark and twisted;  
   with a single dark shadow as our companion, portraying
   our friends, our family, our lovers.

I will die alone, surrounded by ebony and solitude.
I don't want to see light when I pass, I want the comfort of          
   black
   and the deep sound of rolling thunder.