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 I began to wonder
"Hadn’t I seen her some other place?"
She beckoned 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 realize 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 them now that I was dead
One road was dark; I could not see clearly such its long stretched highway
The other road was golden and glowing, and shined as bright as day
And I did remember stories of pearly gates, golden streets or how-however those stories were 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 realized my mistake.
My chosen road turned black, bitterly, 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…