I have tasted heaven and hell,
Lost myself in my illusion,
I have had a brush with death,
And each time he smiles,
Like he knows he’ll get me,
Sooner or later.
And I wonder,
What if,
What if he smiles because he already got me?
Got the best parts of me,
That when I said ‘I DO’,
I locked myself behind the gates of death,
Forever a captive,
Too guilty for the mercies of a final breath,
And now, in shackles, death feeds on my carcass,
A final mockery to my grand show!
Jossie