I lay here slain. My body is dead beneath me.
Ambushed from the front, hit with a poisonous dart... why did I not take the antidote?
I just sat down and let the poison slowly **** me.
Placed my left hand over my heart and passed.
Now, as a ghost, I see myself. Eyes are glazed over just as they always were.
I guess I'll just float around, or whatever ghosts do.
At least until I live again.