The unearthly bodies of those who have passed; they smell, they smell, oh the horrid smell. The world around is empty of dying cold, but the people are dying cold. The cold, oh the dying cold. It fogs about everything. The people lie about, everywhere, filled with life in a bottle. The intertwining snowflakes dance around in blissfully blind joy. They beg to be followed, as not to be alone. Save them, save them, save them all. The dead, our dead, their dead, it didn't matter, they were all still dead. All the same, never changed. The core of life has frozen solid while death burns with life. Dead, dead all the same. You'll be dead, and regret, and forget, and neglect. No one ever really forgets the dead if they were still alive.