Nothing to Report

Nothing to Report

I don’t really remember it well
But I know it was a Monday
I’ve never liked Mondays
I now like them even less
I died thee times according to reports
I woke up during the surgical procedure
I woke up, panicked and then died again
The surgeon apologised for errors
Despite not writing anything down
No reports no chance to sue

I have my own report to report
My captains log of deaths investigation
I must apologise in advance
Especially to those of a spiritual disposition
I have nothing to report
And I mean absolutely nothing
No out of body, no bright lights
No Gods, no demons
No heaven, no hell
No dead relatives resurrected
No angels, no spirit guides
Like staring into a black page
My deaths just a non-event time three

I no longer fear death
In some ways I was looking forward to it
I was longing for the rest
The peace and quiet of it all
But it seems I will not be able to enjoy it
Because I’ll be too dead to do so
The dead know absolutely nothing
They feel nothing, they see nothing
They don’t even know that they’re dead
Because they are fuckin dead
Death means nothing at all
It is only a release from life
Some days that makes me smile