crisp white sheets gleam white I don't even know I'm dead
I'm on the ceiling like an abandoned Christmas balloon
the next tick of the clock goes on with- -out me
"Hey, it's...kinda groovy being dead. .!" an answer without a question
from my fly's eye view I can see the doctor has a growing bald spot
there's that nice new nurse she's so cute this is her first death
I can see her thinking her words carved out of the air "...don'tdiedon'tdiedon'tdie..."
Death is a free ride man "...goin' all the way?///...sure am!" "Hop in. . !"
"Ok, everyone stand back..!" then the pain floods back & I'm back...****...in this body
"Whoa...we nearly lost you there good buddy!" doc scratches his bald spot
the nice new nurse her tears stop half way down her cheek
I cursed my luck I liked living on the ceiling
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This was my friend who was full of it! All the details come from him who 'lived' through his death and made it back to this shore after floundering in the depths of death.
He had been listening to LIVING ON THE CEILING by Blancmange on his headphones when his heart went on walkabout...decided for the better to return to him and rejoin him on his journey through this life.
'Hiding from your questions Questions you won't ask "Why am I up the tree?" you say "Why are you down there?" I say'
Blancmange - LIVING ON THE CEILING
I had a heart attack once and came back from that by my distraught girlfriend kneeling on my knees and pummeling me on the chest and screaming "Don't you dare die on me you *******!" I was just in the act of speaking her name and got as far as 'Phil' and my face went as white as paper and my lips a purple blue and the pain was immense and intense and I came back from far away and said the last part of her name( ' omena') as if nothing had happened. The pain reached the dizzying heights of death and the leaving of this world and then I fell into such a state of bliss that I would have greatly desired to go with Lady Death.