One Way Return Poem by Satan's Sibling

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.