Eulogist

I had a dream that I was the eulogist at my own funeral
With this to say:
«He is a liar, his soul is poisoned, his flesh is weak, he only hurts the ones
he loves
Upon the pews I see his mother, his father. Look at your son and see his broken
dreams, his past in violent shades of red, his failures piled atop his chest,
his future as it amounts to nothing.»
All has left me
All is rotted
Farewell