The chill of death as she clutched my hand.
I knew she was coming so I stood like a man.
She drew up closer, close enough for me to look into her face, and then began to wonder,
"Haven't I seen you some other place?"
She beckoned for me to come closer as if to pay an old debt.
I knew what she wanted; it wasn't quite time yet.
She threw her arms about me as many women had done before.
I heard her whisper, "You'll never cheat me, never anymore."
Darkness and nothingness clouded my mind.
I began to realise death was nothing to fear but something sweet and kind.
I pinched to see if I was dreaming but failed to find bodily form. I then began to realize death had worked her charm.
Taking myself of nothingness I chose a road to walk.
I noticed death's pleasantness with no one to stop me to talk.
I remembered stories of heaven as I envisioned the glory ahead.
Two roads lay waiting for me to choose one now that I was dead.
One road was dark; I could not see clearly such long stretched highway.
The other road was golden and glowing, and shined as bright as day.
I then remember stories of pearly gates, golden streets... or how... however those stories are told.
I knew I'd reach heaven on this highway. If not, I'd have the gold.
I took one footstep feeling safe and acting bold.
Suddenly, I realised my mistake. My chosen road turned black, bittery, and white cold.
No longer was it golden glory nor heaven that it's in.
White hot flames were blazing; I saw the devil with his grin.
I had taken but one footstep so I turned to hurry back.
But there a sound more waited, not a door, nor a crack
Finally, coming to my senses, I walked on to my hell.
For long before death had called me, my end was planned.
Planned, but well.
I knew she was coming so I stood like a man.
She drew up closer, close enough for me to look into her face, and then began to wonder,
"Haven't I seen you some other place?"
She beckoned for me to come closer as if to pay an old debt.
I knew what she wanted; it wasn't quite time yet.
She threw her arms about me as many women had done before.
I heard her whisper, "You'll never cheat me, never anymore."
Darkness and nothingness clouded my mind.
I began to realise death was nothing to fear but something sweet and kind.
I pinched to see if I was dreaming but failed to find bodily form. I then began to realize death had worked her charm.
Taking myself of nothingness I chose a road to walk.
I noticed death's pleasantness with no one to stop me to talk.
I remembered stories of heaven as I envisioned the glory ahead.
Two roads lay waiting for me to choose one now that I was dead.
One road was dark; I could not see clearly such long stretched highway.
The other road was golden and glowing, and shined as bright as day.
I then remember stories of pearly gates, golden streets... or how... however those stories are told.
I knew I'd reach heaven on this highway. If not, I'd have the gold.
I took one footstep feeling safe and acting bold.
Suddenly, I realised my mistake. My chosen road turned black, bittery, and white cold.
No longer was it golden glory nor heaven that it's in.
White hot flames were blazing; I saw the devil with his grin.
I had taken but one footstep so I turned to hurry back.
But there a sound more waited, not a door, nor a crack
Finally, coming to my senses, I walked on to my hell.
For long before death had called me, my end was planned.
Planned, but well.