I agree this life is hell
and you really do have a sweet smell,
your words in my ears
are like the sweetest note I can hear,
your beautiful sweet kiss
is what takes me out the abyss
of bitter desolate,
ever flower that falls
from their finger tip
is sorrow losing it's ice cold grip,
the dirt that comes after
fills my lonely heart with laughter,
I spent my whole life down, and weeping
but now I am finally dead, and sleeping