My Last Escape Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

A walk out of a building that says Ken's tomes and stones.
Such a horrid place, yet merry with colors.
They try make death an upcoming celebration.
But we can not celebrate it.
No we write our wills in a quiet room, with nobody but a witness present.
Notarized, and familiarized.
But still it is not easy accept.
Spending thousands of dollars, on grave cosmetics.
As it will matter so much in the end.
But I know we are just signing another dotted line with a pen.
Business of easing your family members pain.
How well does it work I wonder to myself?
How many forget because of pretty picture or a bed of roses?
Look it is over.
My favorite poem.
I want it to be read upon the deed, the dirge.
It will make me happy.
Even you can not see my smiling face.
Know it was be my last escape.