Back of This Hearse

Could it be any worse,

Riding in the back of this hearse?

I watch from above,

As my family cries past tense love.

All the yelling and screaming,

Dying as I was dreaming.

My heart ceased beating,

My lips quit singing.

My lungs break from breathing.

My eyes layoff seeing,

My ears halted in listening.

My body full stop to growing.

Could it be any worse,

Riding in the back of this hearse?