Should I stay,
Should I go.
Some things,
I just shouldn't know.
Clear my mind,
Spread the tears,
Elegance,
Beyond the fears.
Along side a road,
A twisted black snake.
With my Carrion luggage,
Waiting by any sake.
Turn around,
It is too late.
A big Mack truck,
Has sealed my fate.
I lay on the asphalt,
Life weeping from my wounds.
The clammy hands of death,
Will reach me soon.
On a table,
A hectic surgery.
Why don't they let me go?
Why don't they murder me?
Flat line pulse,
Life is gone.
Wait for the new life,
But there is no-one.
No white cloud heaven,
Or Hell in which to burn.
Only my soul,
And my ticket of One Way Return.
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