I
did not
could not prevail against the gates of hell
knew I wasn't flying the friendly skies
arriving at the heavenly gates
had no defense for it
a tormenting
slow
painful death I suffered in the early hours of the morning
too early
for them to come and take me away
to early
for someone to pen a decent obituary
story of my life
the roads less travelled
and the broad highways I was told to stay away from
the good
the bad
the indifferent
I saw the lights on the side of the road
stopped in to many an establishment I shouldn't have
sat myself down a spell
and overstayed many welcomes
when they write my obituary
watch for pieces of parchment succumbing to flaming embers
a broken black pen
with black ink
dripping
staining the wooden parquet floor below
James told me
don't let nobody give me nuthin
and I opened many doors myself
when I should have stayed in bed
and kept the door locked
yeah
my demise this morning was sudden
painful
slow
it is always like that when we argue the night before
went to bed angry
fiery embers setting off alarms
waking up the next morning
in the absence of your love
and the absence of
you

