I Feel A Funeral In My Veins

I feel a funeral in my veins,
Grieving wanderers flow,
Passing glances in silent pain,
Without words or second chances,
There is a funeral in my brain,
Down the aisle we find a seat,
In places saved for a broken few,
To hear if Heaven is still open,
Or Hell is through,
This is a funeral, all the same.

–Richard Bryant