Writing is my drug
Life After Death

The room is dark
It feels like I’m blind
The colors are lost
It’s cold inside

There is no hope
No way out
From this room
What can I do?

I can hear noises outside
The sounds of the world
Images are in my head
Ones from a happy place
From when I wasn’t dead

They mean nothing now
My world is old
There is no way back
No way home

I was promised eternal life
I was threatened for Hell
Who would have known
Neither were true

So I’ll be stuck here by myself
No one else with me
All alone very alone
Just with myself.