Metaphorical

I'll buy myself some roses 
To lay about my head, 
Reality bitter in many doses 
Has filled by heart with dread, 
Time to put to bed my proses 
The face mirrored is one long dead, 
No tears as the coffin closes 
But sing the 'Right of Misery' instead. 
 
But I am dead, so shed no tear 
As I am numb and lowered down, 
This bed of earth becomes the lair 
Wheres sorrows linger before they drown, 
In a cavern within many a layer 
Of worms feasting inside their town 
Let roses mark one had a care 
And let that memory e'er resound.

Leave them in silence