My funeral flame

Two years from now,
I see myself dead
lying still on a coffin bed,
With my dark eyelids shut
and heavy lashed spread out
I wear a beautiful red dress,
style with black roses that
hangs down to my waist
My black hair is spread
across the coffin head,
reflecting my face pale
 
There are people gather around
here to say good-bye
I see them cry and ask
'how could you do this to us',
'you know we loved you',
'only wanted the best for you',
'So how can you dare to be this selfish'
'And scratch our hearts,leave these scars'
 
Now my soul is far away
from the land I haven’t known
Resting in a beautiful place
that we called Summerland
I look down on that hell,
Once I thought was my home
 
I see raindrops pouring down
as they bury my body
My grave was larded
with violets, daisies,
rosemary, and roses
I see candles they hold burns
and light this gloomy day
with their sparkling flames  

As the funeral end,
some people grieve
while some look satisfied
I hear some say what a disaster
while some say what a failure,
They say what a waste
and laugh at the sight of my death
 
Their dreadful words
doesn’t hurt me anymore
Now I am far away from
any of their reach
Safe and happy
far from earth