Death is a dark flower, its perfume heady and dangerous as it pulls you into its bosom.

Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

When darkness falls and eyes stay shut
A chain of voices opens up.
Let wax not wane give breath to death.

p.s. Shhh" -Yvonne Woon(Dead Beautiful)

But death is stronger than that and when you cover your eyes you are the one who can't see the dark. The dark still sees you.

While death and darkness girdle me
I grope for immortality.

I saw also that there was an ocean of darkness and death, but an infinite ocean of light and love, which flowed over the ocean of darkness.