I have died many times. Some I remember starkly Others fading recollections Strewn together by inexpressable imagery I have been crushed and turned to dust Other times shot dead in my head Others times bleeding to death Poisoned Burned Drowned Stabbed Other times I am never found, decomposing in ground Other times there is a bright blinding light I have awoken in hospital beds, resurrected In my mind, the death had gone undetected. Didn't know I had died, till I was revived. I have already burned for my sins. In a lake of fire Where demons have ripped and gnawed at my innards. Had my intestines and spleen for dessert sweet and savory like sizzurp Life is a mirror And in it's reflection, I have hid...