Life Is A Game

As I lie here on my bed,
half awake and half dead,
waiting for my death to desake,
I think of all the good and bad,
things that have happened,
things that will become.
whether or not,
life is a game,
it all depends on what move you make.
Going back into the past,
looking on the steps you’ve made,
makes you think of misery and pain.
Rolling the dice to see who’s next,
next into heavens gate.
If he chooses you out of all else,
you know its for a good cause.
Believe it or not.
like it or don’t,
it'll happen to you one of these days,
because death is after you.
He's coming for the spirit inside,
not on the outside,
but for the inner core.
He'll make you think of roses and violets.
bunnies and clouds,
then he'll turn around and make you think of death.
Death becoming over you.
He'll take you in,
into the light.
The light that we all desake.