When The End comes..

My Life was hanging by a thread

And for a moment or two, i may have been dead 

I remember nothing, but my eyes have been opened 

My life almost taken, yet I'm still here hoping 

That what awaits me in the end

Will be a friend, not an Opponent......


So what awaits me on the other side

Will the demons come, will i run and hide

There hellish light shining Bright upon me

Or will the gates open, will i be set free

Will i walk among the stars

Or will i spend eternity inside a cell

Burning bright like the fire's of hell 

Will anything happen, or will it all just go dark

When the end comes, will i fall apart.......