Death's last tears

While I was lying next to his breathless body, I saw his last innocent smile getting darker. The dead of night was getting closer, so I decided to burn some candles. Looking at his face, a face without expresion and at his eyes, eyes with no light.. I understood his entire pain… endless pain. The wind was blowing light the unforgettable hate that covered his funeral, like a dense fog. When the priest closed his eyes, now and forever, I felt like the whole world ignored his suffering. The funeral was over so I decided to lay the deep black rose on his chest, near his heart, so he will know that I will always pray for his peace in heaven. At midnight I left his grave, and a poison tear slid on my face and fell on the bloody flower. Some words scratched the tombstone “ a lost soul among tears... just begging for some happiness”.