The Day I Died.

The day I died was the day that I
Was taken by surprise when I saw the light
The car swerved, but it was too late
Now I'm waiting at the Pearly Gates
My funeral was just as bad
Dressed in black, they wept, they were sad
As I watched them from above
Something white approached, a dove
It sang a beautiful melody
It reminded me of all good memories
Being dead was nothing compared
To the fact that everybody was scared
That whoever killed me was on the loose
Apparently, he got to choose
Who should be next
Dying a painful death
He was claiming it was an accident
He was saving up every cent
To one day run away
From the police that were astray
Looking for somebody clever and unknown
Somebody who called Hell home
The man chose,
He pulled a petal from the rose
And the words revealed a name
That would soon become game
In a series of a hunt
Janet was the chosen one
The night that the man arrived
Was the night she wouldn't survive
Holding her hand close to her heart
She stood there watching him tear her apart
Her guts spilled all over the sand
The pool of blood continued to expand.
In the clutch of her despair
He could smell her fear in the air
She was dying slowly in pain
And he knew she would never regain
Her pride and her dignity that he took away
As he skinned her alive and scattered her organs astray.