I Don’t Want to Rest in Pieces like Final Destination

I mean, why would I ?!
Having someone tell me my destiny, especially when it's a negative one.
Having to see the bloody death of a bunch people, be it a plane crash, a massive car accident, a roller coaster ride gone wrong, or a race car catastrophe?!

Knowing my time to die is just so close, & having the privilege of knowing when's my turn.
A privilege? Is it? Is knowing when to run away from death a privilege?
Or the most appalling thing ever? It is horrifying. Period.

I mean, everybody will die someday.
But if it's like in Final Destination, you know there's going to be blood.
And you know, your body is not going to be a whole, once it's done. Nope, not at all.

And then, you start to think.

Will my head get chopped off? Or will I get shot by a dozen nails on my face?
Do I get grilled in a tanning bed? Or get hit by a bus? A giant billboard sign?
Those questions linger in your head, till your time comes.
Only time will tell. Speaking of time, the clock is ticking.
Preparation won't do you any good.

Once it's all over & done with, where will your soul go?
Terrifying, no? What's definite is..

I Don't Want to Rest in Pieces like Final Destination!!
Till then ♥

PS. it's a contest. & yes, I can be twisted :)