Perditions Clouds

in hell we go on perditions back

Perditions Clouds

 

As my body lays dead in bed, my fractured and

conflicted spirit wanders and feeds amongst

a bed of clouds.

 

In those bilious mist-filled fields of vapor, I straddle

and cling onto the backside of cloud nine, in hopes

of hitching a ride on the soul-train to heaven and

redemption.

 

In a sea of clouds, an elongated boat

with Death at the helm, slowly drifts towards me. IT

beckons me to come aboard and take my place amongst

the dead. Death whispers into the ears of my soul

and says, “You are not yet ready for heaven’s gate,

your spirit, mind, and soul, need to be purged by fire

in order for you to heal.”

 

Death embraces me and in a deathly whisper says,

“Hell awaits you with open arms…”