Everything is covered in tulips 6 feet below my head

I'm sending flowers to those who still know how to recover,

Petals are a currency of the damned.

Relationships are another way of killing the parts of eachother that refuse to walk hand in hand.

Flowers mark the years lost to comfort.

Whether by bed rest or by love.

Flowers are a human way of showing that life is not something that stays for long.

So give me flowers,

To mark my recent passing and maybe the future losses too.

Give my flowers as a proof of the sickness that's has never been visible to you.

Give me a reason for why I haven't been able to get out of bed,

Give me flowers so that I can practice becoming one with the dead.