What I Do...What I Do...
Life. It's a funny game. You're born; and the next thing you know, you're on your deathbed, begging for forgiven from your ex-wife for that affair, or however else you screwed your life up. It's just the luck of the draw, I guess, how big the gap is in between.
Death is another deal altogether. Once you're there, it's a one-way ticket. Life is something that can never be given back. I know this, of course. I've had to keep it in the back of my mind all my life. I've even gambled my own life more than once,always knowing if I messed up; put one foot out of line, I'd be gone, just like that.
Of course, nobody knows what happens when you die. You could return to the planet; the Lifestream, like everybody says, or you could fall for eternity through a never-ending pit of blackness. If I could, I'd ask one of the many people I've seen die at my feet, but I can't. After they draw that one last breath, it's over.
And I know too many people have died because of me