Poems and stuff

If I Die Young

This is the 23rd chapter, and 23 is my favorite number, so hopefully this is a good one.

I'll be buried with roses on my day of death,
Smelling the frail scent while on my last breath
Imagining the color red and taste of metal,
The flower, now lost its last petal
Hearing the tear drops hit the floor,
Hopefully my funeral isn't a bore
Wishing you'd be there so you can see my face
You're probably imagining what killed me or the coup de grace
I don't know why I died or how much it hurts for you
But ask my friends to carry my legacy and go pursue
I wanted to stay alive but you know I can't
I'm sorry you saw that mess and my blood started to decant
You know you'll forever be in my heart,
But may death just do us part