Am I dead? I'm not sure,

so I'll take a little tour.

This place has no light,

Darker than a starless night.

Dieing did I see the light,

no, this doesn't seem right.

I won't feel the fires sting,

or hear the angels sing.

I am all by myself,

like a prisoner in a cell.

I can make no sound,

Here in silence I am bound.

All I have are my thoughts,

Thinking is all I've got.

Never using my senses again, (said like a GAIN)

Why, that will drive me insane.

won't twiddle my thumbs,

or feel the tingle of rum,

or eat a sweet juicy plum,

or even talk to my mom.

I should have read the bible,

and went to evening revival.

If I were alive I would repent,

but all my days are spent.

thought i coudn't feel, and yet,

I suddenly feel cold and wet.

sitting up, in my bed, it seems,

that this was all a very bad dream.

and since I am alive,

to repent I will strive.

and I want to get saved,

so I can look Down on my grave.

Theres three worlds to choose,

and in two I will lose.

In heaven I will fly,

In Hell I will fry,

but inbetween, in the misfit place,

from my thoughts I will never escape.