Sweet lilies let my death be wrong!
Carnations you must leave me now!
Not my time to go!
So you must leave somehow,
Death flowers how beautiful you are!
Yet you plague me with grim thoughts,
How many funerals have you attended?
How many grave plots?
Remind me of my past suicidal tendencies,
Of my mortality,
Of my frailty,
Why fight it?
I want them all around me!
Growing death out of bulbs, seeds, and soil,
Rather my morbid thoughts sprung out of beauty
Than my eyes account of humanities evil |