It's yours...

I happen to find a poem that I wrote 2 years back when I was in the state of melancholy

What would life be without flowers?
Child: Nothing to colour my world
No..nothing to bury you when you die

Child: But do we need flowers to bury me?
No, if you do not want them

Child: Can I have candies instead?
No, you will already be a feast for the insects

Child: Can I then have toys?
No toys bring too much memory for me

Child: You can burn the toys after I am buried
No it will spread your diease around

Child: Why do you think I will die?
Because this medical report says so

Child: But's that is not my report
Child: It's yours...

Hahaha sometimes horror is so beautiful when it comes with a twist. Don't you think so