Aria – A Gift Of Dead Flowers, For My Dying Beauty

my beauty
oh how i will miss you
i have not the strength
to hold onto you
with this

breaking
body

i weep at the thought
of losing this life with you

my life
my way

i will always exist
as you with me
nailed to my soul
burned to my thought

death will tear
my soul from this corpse

time will steal
my life from this world

oh a prelude
to a december age
the end of season
the end of life

samsara i become
part of you
birth after birth
life
after
life