Death comes in the form of flowers

Thy token and taken for a most lamentable day.
This is the false paradise, as they say.
This is the fools pair of eyes.
Then surely and truly this lamentable day is true.
For in fear I choose to ignore ones own truth.
For I am lost within thy hooded mask.
Taken in by thee, by your token I fall to you.
For thou is the Goddess of my heart.
Suppress me not, foul vultures.
I am lost in your bloodily gaze.
So twirl for me baby.
Twirl for me my good wife.
Like your midnight colored dresses.
To this steady sleep we have made for I am no longer the prophet but the dear slave.
For now I shall murder in sleep.
Take my bloodily daggers for I shall sleep no more.
Thou has made me a grave in this eternal slumber.
And after all, death comes in the form of flowers.