Death knocks on my door every single night
Today he played the role of a young girl
She took my hand and say, "Give it a whirl
It might give you inspiration to write"
I let go of the dead weight and I soared
The darkness had more shades than I have known
And it wasn't death sitting at the throne
But a bearded man with a golden sword
I gasped for air the moment I arose
Was that life after that I just witnessed?
My memories should manifest to prose
They all should know what I have just witnessed
And they might think I'm crazy I suppose
But they should know exactly what I saw
