He did not wear his scarlet coat, For blood and wine are red, And blood and wine were on his hands When they found him with the dead, The poor dead woman whom he loved, And murdered in her bed
Reported as Oscar Wilde's last words on his death bed... This wallpaper is killing me. One of us has to go.
I had buried my romance in a bed of asphodel.
I often take exercise. Why only yesterday I had breakfast in bed.
The last person who ever crossed me is dead under my bed!!!