There was a man who couldn't die,
Even though he'd often try.
He snapped his neck and stabbed his heart,
He sliced up every body part.
He shoved glass shards through both his eyes,
He ripped his tongue down to his thighs.
He hated life but could not die,
But then one day he found out why.
A shadow soon creeped up on him.
He couldn't see it when it grinned.
A raspy, ghastly, evil purr
Spoke the words that chilled his core.
"You're already dead, can't you tell?
This is your own eternal Hell."