My Dead Story

Where the hell was I 
I was left high and dry
taking a bullet to the head
When I went to bed
That’s how I ended up dead
The angels flew me on their wings
Singing songs on strings of violins
They took me right up the high road to hell
Hightailing out of the sky noisy as hells bell
It was devil’s luck I swore
On fairy wings they did bear
This human who was human no more
Just a wisp of a spirit with too many words in store
They flew me to almighty’s mansion
I expected the Big guy to show me compassion

But …

There was a ‘no disturb sign’ on heavens door
I passed out before I could explore
Knock knock knocking on heavens door
Nobody answered my , ‘can I come in’
was I being punished for my worldly sins?
A no win win situation
I wanted to raise hell
Hell was being raised on ‘nother station
I was running out of patience
Looked like god was out of town
lucifer on his ‘get about town’ round
A life cut short waiting to be found.
Back on earth a killer roamed free who had me downed.

38 thoughts on “My Dead Story

  1. Nicely narrated, with well-woven imagery! Deep there, a strain of pain left behind, followed by relief in angels’ caring company are obvious. From pain to liberation seems to be the main idea. Best wishes! 🙂

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