Not Heaven Yet
I'm lighter than air.
And higher than mars.
My body is gone.
As I soar to the stars.
My heart starts to race.
I'm feeling just fine.
I silently wish.
I'll make it this time.
The universe smiles.
I hope for the best.
And suddenly feel
A thump in my chest.
I fill with despair
I think of my fate.
I try not to cry.
I'm always too late.
The blood again pumps
Veins start to revive.
I realize with dread
I'm almost alive.
I approach myself.
My wings start to fade.
I turn to the sky
And one prayer is made.
"You must really like
The pain that I feel.
Next time you kill me,
Can it be for real?"