My wounds are fresh on me
As the blood pours out still warm
and oxygenated,
so full of life, as it runs from me
leaving me empty and dry.

And when it is gone I lie and await
the dark place, and the famed white
tunnel you often hear about.
My eyes slowly close and there
Just beyond the horizon lies my fate.

My eyes open and I find my self once again
trapped in this world,
full of hate, deceit, and anger

what did I do to deserve this shit
would be my first and only thought
as I try to make it through another day
always wanting to reach over that horizon
and discover what fate had in store
for me!

The Eternal bliss of Heaven or the Dark recess of Hell
I often wonder...

Still feeling down
I'll post some happy stuff
If the feeling ever comes around.
Apollo X