Beauty In Death

The price of fame is way too high But some will never learn And for this reason some will die Something, they have to earn They sell their souls for attention They will not be ignored Even knowing that their intentions Carries a just reward Billy the kid and Jesse James Were two, that found this prize But in the end, to seal their names Both of them simply dies Shakespere, Picasso, even Poe Were virtually unknown Then death come searching for their souls That's when their fame was grown In death, we see someone's beauty Why not while they're alive? Survival, it is our duty In death our work will thrive