Lungs heavy with blood, short of breath and not breathing
Just out of reach, lying on the cement compulsively heaving
Legs severed at the knee, worthless limbs bent out of shape
And I think I lost an eye, but The angles not that great
A victim of a tragedy, car crashed into the land you see
Death came upon impact and left me a sadistic fantasy
My soul is trapped inside, struggling to rise and depart
Trapped between crushed ribs and my flattened heart
My spirit hovers above, watches my body go into convulsions
Until I break free, and am joined to make me whole again
A ghost invisible, to those who choose not to see
So I stay and watch the events, that all surround the dead me
They take my body away, and the crowd starts to disperse
And still I hover lazily, no hurry to get off of Earth
What do I do next? A voice whispers for me to go
Up to heavens gate, follow the path of the rainbow
But what’s the hurry I tell myself, So much I can explore
Go to all the places, that I could never go to before
So I drift around for days, now worries on my mind
Until and angels makes me realize, I’m almost out of time
A time limit? You kidding? Of all the pointless things
But heaven only takes, those souls who are ready and willing
I find myself with St Peter, standing before heaven’s gate
He says” The lock is sealed from you,
I’m afraid you are too late”

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