Where life ends.
When the body bends.
No more hunger to quell.
No more problems in swell.
No more thirst quench.
No more need to blench.
_Heaven or hell?_
Not even time can tell.
Is there a soul?
Or is just a hole?
If ideas don't fit the mould,
Where will you go?
I don't want to know.
Not heaven nor hell I want to go.
Cause I fit not in heaven's imagery.
Nor do I want to end in hell's misery.
Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 9:14 PM UTC
Where life ends.
When the body bends.
No more hunger to quell.
No more problems in swell.
No more thirst quench.
No more need to blench.
_Heaven or hell?_
Not even time can tell.
Is there a soul?
Or is just a hole?
If ideas don't fit the mould,
Where will you go?
I don't want to know.
Not heaven nor hell I want to go.
Cause I fit not in heaven's imagery.
Nor do I want to end in hell's misery.
The prospects of not staying alive is very much seductive. What is stopping me? I was taught that people who commit suicide will go to hell. But then again, going to heaven is not all attractive either. I don't want to have to see certain people in heaven and have to get along with them. Who knows if I won't be lonely in heaven?
