Death is a dark flower, its perfume heady and dangerous as it pulls you into its bosom.
Dead ReflectionsToday I’m going to pretend I’m dead. I wonder if anyone will notice." - excerpt from: freefalling
freefallingHow can you be kissing at a time like this? Have you no respect for the dead?
The French Art of RevengeIt seems as if Americans like to be the center of attention even after they're dead.
Hetalia: Axis Powers, Vol. 2I wish...I wish were dead...” “And what use would that be to anyone?
Harry Potter and the Deathly HallowsTheir beauty had always seemed to him like the beauty of pressed flowers - lovely, but dead.
Clockwork Angel