Death is like and unopened present
that was lost in the back of a Christmas tree

Just like people
who are lost
in the back of a crowded room

So lost, that they seek death
the only present worth opening

Death has always seemed inviting
more inviting than the presents in the front
of the Christmas tree

I seek death
because I am lost
and alone
in the back of a crowded room
waiting to open the present
that is lost in the back of the Christmas tree