tex t sarnie
I wouldn't like to live my life over again.
I've been to hell and back.
Several times I've looked death in the face
and each time a mirror's cracked.
I've done all the things I shouldn't have done
and at the time I had no regrets,
but when I saw those spiders crawling over me,
ohhhh! ! ! I still come out in ice-cold sweats.
For longer than I liked I lived a life of solitude.
It was at this time that I lost my head.
I couldn't remember the past or cared about tomorrow,
in my mind I felt that I was already dead.
But I can remember shaking hands with the devil,
and I think that I sold him my soul.
I can't remember when he's supposed to collects what's owing,
but I'm frightened, and that thought leaves me cold.
Ever since that cloudy meeting my life has got much better.
However, I've been in this hospital for quite some time.
I've put on a few pounds and I don't shake like I used to,
and the spiders have found me hard to find.
They told me this morning that I can leave tomorrow,
and they have found me a place to dwell.
I don't really want to live a life of solitude again,
and I'm scared that my soul will rot in hell.
I've told them how I feel and what will happen to me,
but they just don't listen to what I say.
They said my mind is being troubled by my imagination
and I'll be alright in a couple of days.
This new place isn't so bad and I'm not living here alone.
A resident care aid looks after all ex-hospital guests.
I could swear that I've met this man somewhere before,
but my memory's not so good and I do tend to forget.
During the night someone knocked on my bedroom door,
and whispered that it was time to pay my debt.
I answered that I had paid my debt to society,
he said that it was my soul he was here to collect.
He entered my room and suggested I lay on my bed as though sleeping.
Then said, that everyone has to pay their dept and mine was overdue.
I was about to speak but with a touch of his finger on my lips I was silenced.
With his hypnotic red eyes looking into mine he said the next life is made for you.
Nod if you would like me to replay your life's highlights before I take your soul?
For a moment I thought and decided what would be the point of that.
I looked into his eyes, returned his smile and moved my head slowly from side to side,
immediately I felt my body drain, and knew I had breathed my last.
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