memento mori
A life without you I cannot accept
At my funeral, take the bouquet off my coffin and throw it into the crowd. Let's see whose next.
I'm dreaming, dancing somewhere in a fairy tale and in this graveyard black as night, our dance begins. Grow, grow, lurking Datura; feeding up on Rosemary, who couldn't let go of discards. Night and night, stood aloof from the light; down and down, fell into addictions, and took delight.