Ebony coffin

Handsome collars. Lilac hue.
And a little blue suit
With a little blue hoot.
He lies now.
Gorgeous scent,
Of jasmine blue
Swirls with the dancing smoke
Of incense, and oil,
Of despair, and toil.
This coffin describes your gone being.
Choked.

Indigo darkness. Indigo mind.
I sit in this corner leaving the chase.
I fit here. Perfectly.