Blasphemous

Bled out.
Life left me, time to head for check out.
Can’t shout.
Wife left me, no doubt she took the same route.
 
Nothing but strangers in this crowd...
 
Red pools reflecting clouds and planes.
Another bloody out-of-body experience.
 
Mudded by heavy rains.  
Speeding through these crowded lanes thus ending up with empty veins.
No eyes on the dash cause we’re all out of brains.
 
Wait, read that again for me.  
Yeah, out of brains most literally.
 
Help me after the fact. Help me please.
Put my spirit back in my body and stop this bleed.
 
All I need was a couple of bright moments before i wrapped my car around this tree.
But now it’s too late and my wife isn’t even here beside of me...
 
Has she already left?  
Even after death life’s confusing i guess.
 
Or maybe... she isn’t here because she never passed.  
Wouldn’t be the first time she stood me up and apparently not the last.
I bet she’ll get off with some bruises and a cast.
 
Bitch always was in luck.  
Should’ve slammed on the brakes when that turn came up instead of speeding up.  
Fuck.
 
It seems karma’s a real bitch today.
Have to leave the scene without any words to say.
No use because no-one can hear them.
Just a body without life and over thirty empty beer cans.
 
But who even wants to hear me rant?  
She’ll probably say we almost hit a deer and,
we had to steer abruptly and braking was too late by then...
 
I can’t believe you got off this easy.
You were supposed to come with me and bow before the Antichrist, adore Lilith and maybe even meet Lucy.
 
But you’ve ruined all of that.
You’ve ruined everything it seems...
 
By all means i’ll devote my afterlife to haunt your dreams.
 
I’ll be the breeze in the air with closed windows.
I’ll be the crease in your fresh ironed church clothes.
I’ll be the thorn on your thornless grief rose.
I’ll be the red in your eyes on your next wedding photos...
 
I’ll always be close.  
Not even death can part us.
 
I’ll never go to sleep.
May your chest remain heartless.