Roses and Rosaries (1993 Redux)

The dream is just as vivid,
As if it were just like yesterday,
Walking through the colorful gardens,
Through prayers,
Roses and Rosaries,
Through a funeral home,
Full of death and decay.

The bright white halls and corridors,
Lead to rooms of coffins and caskets,
Some filled with grieving mourners,
While other rooms were empty and desolate.
As I walked through the funeral parlor,
The further I walked the more decrepit it got,
There was a foul smell, like an odor from hell,
That to this day I still cannot forget.
And what was a peaceful serene dream,
Turned into a horrible nightmare,
When the eerie tone seemed to go silent,
When the stench of decomposition filled the air.
My mother told me to go even further,
To mourn for those that everyone forgot,
But now the rooms were dark like caves,
As the poor were only covered in rags.
I stood there, nearly speechless and frozen,
A black dog with eyes like diamonds stared back,
Smiling, panting with jagged, serrated teeth,
As I fell into a darkness that was pitch black.