Driving home, I heard a noise I liked,
the four horsemen in the
cab behind,
shooting pains and a split spine,
I ran...
It’s a glove that fits us all alike,
but I was further from the finish line,
wishing luck had stood the test of time,
unmanned, I clung on for life...
Sick to death of the less divine,
you all get what
you want on time,
I stuck close to the storyline,
dry land...
Still, the horsemen made me pass the time
watching flashbacks in the afterlife,
it was pretty good, but it lacked surprise,
offhand... I went back four times.
A grieving wreck to life,
mortal breath on ice,
reason slept at night,
cheating death done right.
Weird, the doorman was all dressed in white?
That’s how they get you when you walk in blind.
Watch him go, watch him tread the line,
he’ll be back...
