I'm Dying To Tell You a Story.

Choices of the dead
to rot or slowly burn
the music of the curtain
ash that chokes the urn.

One man knows the truth
that man, well yes, its me
I'll tell what you'll feel
I'll tell you what you see.

The music starts to play
the curtains slowly break
the coffin starts to slide
that’s when the dead awake.

Silently they scream
the cries just make them choke
they even taste the flames
before they smell the smoke.

So slowly now it starts
the heat, the pain, the smell
your pleas are never heard
just the tolling of the bell.

The coffin starts to flame
you feel it on your skin
it eats into your flesh
the soul that lies within.

That’s all that I can say
I'll leave you now to sleep
while lying in the darkness
is when you'll start to weep.