My body lie limp in this flower bed,
The flowers around me slowly greeting death,
Soaked a beautiful crimson red,
Spilling from my wrist are the thoughts in my head,
Will I ever be happy again?
Will I finally find peace when they lay me to rest?
I begin to feel a little dazed,
My vision is all hazed,
My eyes are all glazed,
It's too late,
Over is the wait,
It's this feeling that I hate.
I know I'll find happiness again,
Because pretty soon they'll be laying me to rest,
With my hands I hold a crimson flower to my chest,
My body displayed perfectly on a white cloud-like bed,
And a grave stone above my head,
I am finally at peace with my myself.
