Gothic poetry...My Death ..is this the end?

Kept dark the night
in shadows deep
I lay there dead
a dreamless sleep.

Looming above
this gruesome scene
I see myself
not as id been.

My lungs gave up
one final breath
This is my time
this is my death.

Sheets pulled off
my body stiff
My skin now turned
a purplish.

Fresh washed flesh
gave sudden chill
I contemplate
as I stay still.

Scalpels cut
my lifeless corpse
For nature would not
take it's course.

Collecting tissue
samples now
My organs have
been disemboweled

Flesh was flayed
atop my cap
Brain removed
weighed, then put back.

Remnants filled
the bloodied drain
Skin and bones
all that remains.

On my left toe
a single tag
Then shoved into
a plastic bag.

I showed up at
a funeral home
On porcelain slab
my body thrown.

My eyes were glued
jaw wired shut
Limbs massaged
a needle struck.

Veins pumped with
embalming fluid
All was done
I had concluded.

I then was dressed
by workers there
First my clothes
and then my hair.

Movements I once
had, now lacked
My dress cut straight
right down the back

My makeup now
was first applied
Upon my ashened
face to hide.

Hair combed back
my style I kept
On comfort pillows
i now slept.

My head held up
my hands in place
A casket draped
with satin lace.

For those who'll come
to take a peek
Don't morn for me
just let me sleep.

My grave was dug
beneath my stone
I'll soon not be
so all alone.

To heaven I hope
to now to ascend
This was my story
this is my end.