Member Rara Avis
Surrounded by life, my own death I mourn.
Too young to die, yet from my life I was torn.
My eyes so blank, still stare from my skull.
The bustle of others, their tears rend my soul.
Why, oh why, did it have to happen to me?
I drank only one, perhaps two, maybe three!
I swear on my grave, the one I'll see soon!
It'll never happen again, if I'm granted a boon.
But there's dirt in my face! Help, I can't breathe!
No wait everybody, please stay, don't leave!
Shall I then pay so much, and for oh-so long?
One night of pleasure, please, I know I was wrong.
Fine then, go, and leave me here as I lay.
For my memory might stop another, somehow, someday.
Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you'll be among the stars.