Funeral

My clothes ripped, my voice ragged
The man above me holds a gun
He tears the rest of my dress off
I know he's looking for fun

I don't cry out, for fear of death
I hold my body perfectly still
Something in me starts to stir
Completely against my will

Tears are flowing down my face
Cuz I know that I will see this place
Again and again until I die
And you can't even cry

He forces himself deep within me
I'm very careful not to cry out
He pauses his motions and looks up
Maybe he's had a doubt

Tears are flowing down my face
Cuz I know that I will see this place
Again and again until I die
And you can't even cry

I hear a lot of voices behind me
They sound so very ominous
Sobs begin to rack my body
As I realize their preponderance

No more tears will come from me
Cuz my eyes will see no more
Did you see your flowers at my funeral
As you quickly walked out the door?