Lay me on my death bed.
Open for all to see.
So they may see what destruction has been done to me.
Slashed throat, hues of red, stain my crisp clean, perfect white dress.
I am merely a corpse, an empty shell that was once life.
May these flowers, black as ash, cover my dead body.
Cast these somber tulips upon my demise.
You may all cry for me now; but were you ever there before?
My pleas of life were never heard,
My fatal plan undeterred.
It's funny how no one will listen,
until you've finally gone.