Deathly Noted Parade
One minute your here
And the next minute your dead over there
All thanks to a seemingly blank piece of paper
With no words on the page well except your name
And with a flick of the wrist and stroke of a pen
Your heart beats agonizingly slow for forty seconds
And each breath you take becomes a wisp of thin air
You'll feel like your grasping for straws become as you struggle for air
Then you collapse like the sack of rotten potatoes you are
You open your eyes and what do you see
You find yourself in a bar where you play a rather unique game
With some rather uniquely cast of characters
Of truth or dare where one gets to win and the other just dies