(I knew my life had been snuffed.)
The Dark And I
I’ve already died one time,
and it’s so much different there;
I floated and I saw myself
in that brightly colored air.
I did observe a darkened hall,
but I didn’t stay too long;
I had this feeling of guided need,
for I wasn’t weak nor strong.
I did want to understand
what was commanding my sight;
and I was glad to be led
by that dark enshrouded light.
I can still recall my feeling
of whether it was wrong or fair;
I knew my life had been snuffed,
and I didn’t seem to care.
But I was bent on reevaluating
my past sordid and shallow stance;
and I became determined as much
as to acquire another chance.
At this, the light got brighter,
and I sensed that it would leave;
since that’s probably all it needed
to be able to grant my reprieve.
I’m proof that reminds me of it,
in reference to tell my story;
being cured of those values I had,
when injected by that after-life jury.