Illdisposed

Approach the image filled with fear
As the image grows so clear
Future now takes full control
The one whose past you now behold
Touch - The flesh it is so cold
Turn away - You now have been told
Never to return, memories will last
In the future, you'll think about the past
Never to forget, what you have seen
People come to pay respect
Taking pictures of the dead
That is what life comes to be
Once they lived, now they're deceased
Death is oh so strange