Detours

death

and so it all ends here,

with his body six feet underground

and his soul swimming in limbo

in his own personal purgatory

made up of all his mistakes and wrong decisions

the skeletons in his closet spill out one by one

enumerating the countless lies he's told

making him regret the life he's lived

but the people who miss him will pray

and maybe it'll be enough to bring his soul elsewhere

- to Elysium where the cherubs play their harps as he enters

and where the seraphim welcome him with open arms

because God knows he deserves somewhere worse

but even the worst of us can be saved

and maybe that's why i won't miss him that much

because i know he'll be happier without me