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I can remeber that one time in the hospital. I had my last heart attack, the one that said was to kill me. I was suppose to die. Die and move on to Heaven or Hell. To be judged if I was good or bad. To be judged.. Just like on Earth. Everyone is being judged. Every single day. I was there, laying in my death bed. I was dead for about three minutes. Yet, I still could see the world of the living. Staring up at the cieling with a blank expression. I couldn't feel anything, couldn't say anything, yet I could see everything.

I remeber, seeing the shadow in the corner of the room.. With this strange and creepy smile. No, perhaps it was more like a smirk maybe even a grin. What's the difference. It was facing my way. I couldn't see it's eyes, but somehow I could tell it was a man. He slowly walked towards my death bed, keeping the same expression. No fake sadness in his eyes, like the doctors around me.

'Do you want to continue living this in this mad world?' His voice asked. I could her him speak, yet I didn't see his mouth move at all. I couldn't speak though no matter what. Not even nod. How was I suppose to answer him? I hated this world, yet at the same time love it. Perhaps I just hated the idiots in this world. Do I want to live? Yes, I want to live. I still haven't found a reason to why I should have been born. Just to live and make babies, then die? That was an empty reason to live. I want to live!