HOLY FUCK I LOVE HIS EYES. that is all.
It’s here we lie in your final hour,
Beneath the shade of a gloomy bower,
Them tree you lie in a lifeless rest,
Your hands folded neatly upon your chest,
It was your time to fall into the eternal sleep,
I was not ready so I sit and weep,
Next to your bed I place one white flower,
Because lilies are the gift of the final hour.