Shallow within the earth, buried deep beneath the snownYou would remain forever young while the rest of us grow oldnWe would act upon our guilt, a northern burial was your wishnWe would obey and fulfil, for your importance is strengthened by your early deathnnIt’s the truth in true despair, deepest roots, darkest bluesnThe belief that all is lost, and that nothing can be donennForever frozen, never to decompose, your body would be preservednWhile we all live, and struggle on, and inherit, the life that you deservednYour youthful looks remembered, your dignity retainednWhile there would be no relief for us, and we’d look worse everydaynnIn our minds and in our hearts, in frames, you image will hangnOn the walls of grieving homes and other places you would never go againnnImagine the things they would say about you, as if they really knew.nHow your death was premature, but you life was overdue.nnYou have already spent your better years taking your time for grantednIt will be yours in the end, but at what pricenTo have wasted, your entire lifenWishing it all away…Death is a Tease!nnTo venture into the thought of despair and pull yourself back together again,nKnowing you had once stood on the edge and almost dove in.nEverything had driven me there, another lesson, best learned young:nWhen you want it, you can’t have it, when you don’t want it, it’s done.nnFor all our guilt, for all our lies, for all we care, we’d gather together to say goodbyenAs if the dead can’t see the living, they would volunteer to twist the truthnFor the comfort of each other and say “He was a good friend of mine.”nMake the choice, to stay alive! Existence is your only hope to fight!nNot for the love of life or the fear of death, but to save the lies from the breath…nn…of the ones around you, who would speak and cry,nFor the ones around you who would fake and lie,nWho would say that they knew you and that you would be missed,nAs a storm of admiration buries you again.