"How are you feeling?
Good, you are healing,
What's that you're picking up?
Wait! think this over... stop!"

Eyes closed shut
You hear it, drop by drop
You want it to stop, you try to shout
Instead, everything slowly fades out.

"Good morning", he said,
"How's being dead?
Well, next stop is Hell,
See you there, farewell"

Everything is black
You want to go back
Away from the dark
Where lies the soul that you lack.

You open your eyes
And lift your hand quickly
You stab in surprise
And slice your throat swiftly

It's true what is said
About that last second
Your life passes by
And you know you are about to die.

And while you await for the Reaper's arrival
You wake up in a padded room
Alone with yourself, in the endless gloom
'It's for the best', you assume.