A tomb of desires, With half rotten corpses, Emitting revolting stench, That makes me dizzy, I watch myself rot, Along with my desires. I had many, One in each shade. One by one they die. I cried, So hard when the purple one died. It was pretty, It was you. You are my favorite colour, And all my favorite songs. You are my favorite blanket, Purple with stars, The sky, Where I used to fly. And I fell like Icarus, In to the tomb of my desires, They keep meeting tragic ends. I would've killed, To keep the purple one alive. Now I lie, And watch them die.