Shallow within the earth, buried deep beneath the snow   You would remain forever young while the rest of us grow old   We would act upon our guilt, a northern burial was your wish   We would obey and fulfil, for your importance is strengthened by your early death      It’s the truth in true despair, deepest roots, darkest blues   The belief that all is lost, and that nothing can be done      Forever frozen, never to decompose, your body would be preserved   While we all live, and struggle on, and inherit, the life that you deserved   Your youthful looks remembered, your dignity retained   While there would be no relief for us, and we’d look worse everyday      In our minds and in our hearts, in frames, you image will hang   On the walls of grieving homes and other places you would never go again      Imagine the things they would say about you, as if they really knew.   How your death was premature, but you life was overdue.      You have already spent your better years taking your time for granted   It will be yours in the end, but at what price   To have wasted, your entire life   Wishing it all away…Death is a Tease!      To venture into the thought of despair and pull yourself back together again,   Knowing you had once stood on the edge and almost dove in.   Everything had driven me there, another lesson, best learned young:   When you want it, you can’t have it, when you don’t want it, it’s done.      For all our guilt, for all our lies, for all we care, we’d gather together to say goodbye   As if the dead can’t see the living, they would volunteer to twist the truth   For the comfort of each other and say “He was a good friend of mine.”   Make the choice, to stay alive! Existence is your only hope to fight!   Not for the love of life or the fear of death, but to save the lies from the breath…      …of the ones around you, who would speak and cry,   For the ones around you who would fake and lie,   Who would say that they knew you and that you would be missed,   As a storm of admiration buries you again.