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
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