"Until We Expire, Lift/The Girl Inside the Box"

Face it, the lid of a coffin, a fact
like no other. Final reward, the end.
You want it to be otherwise. You want
to believe in the Afterlife. You're racked
with guilt, sorrow, longing, despair, desire
to talk with Jennifer, a deceased friend,
a "Suicide Girl," whose memories haunt
you, her sultry voice inaudible, long gone.

Reason cannot prove this matter. Inquire
from your senses, whether you will survive
your death, this life, the one given, a gift
from whom all hypotheses start, so wrong
to advance theories from this point. Alive,
we breathe, inspire, lift each other up. Lift.