Today is the day...I died.
I hate this day, I went to the bus stop that's in between...
Heaven and Hell.
I saw the gift shop, they were selling T-shirts the had the
words "Today is the first day of the end your life."
That had a picture of fingure pointing out at me.
Now that's stupid...as if I didn't already know that.
I wouldn't buy this...if I did who would I give it to?
Who would want it?
Not me that's for sure.
But I don't want to die either.
I am already dead.
Something appeared into my hands it was a round trip ticket.
What was going on?
The thing next I know I found myself in a hospital bed.
I don't know if that was a dream or not.
But the next time I go...
I will know the truth.
Author's note; I would have prefered this poem in a story format instead of a poem.
I might change this into a one-shot story a little later.