My fire pager disturbed my sleep

I peeked out the window, to see why it beeped

A big red fire truck ventured out into the night

I watched it pass by with its flashing red light

Just then an old memory came to mind

I was a child, around eight or nine

When I grow up, I want to be a fireman, I thought

From that moment on, I was forever caught

Fighting fires and saving lives was the life for me

Never imagined life in a wheelchair is my destiny

This is no way for a fire fighter to live

Not when I have so much more I want to give

So now I sit and watch the big red truck go by

While an uncontrollable tear or two floods my eye

With the Captain’s spot filled, there’s no need for me

Reasons to keep on living are hard to see

No one wants a fire fighter who is lame

I’ve lost my dream, to fight the flame

If I go to Heaven when I die

I hope to give firefighting, another try

~Dave

Welcome weary traveler, welcome to my home

Come in and chase the chill, from your tired bone

Let me take your hat and coat, warm yourself by my fire

Have some food and drink, enjoy all that you desire

Now, it is time to rest, sit upon my couch

I have some special tobacco, here in this old pouch

Please do not be frightened, take a little toke

Soon you will be in a fantasy world, when you finish your smoke

Lay back on this pillow and rest your clouded head

Close your eyes now, there is nothing for you to dread

As you visit the valley of dreams, I must prepare to feed

I thirst for life and fortunately you, have what I need

I promise you will hurt, as I begin my feast

Life will flow from your veins, and feed my inner beast

You will experience great pain, when I begin to bite

Paralyzed with agony, my will, you cannot fight

Before long you will beg for mercy, but you will receive none

The intense pain will increase, until my will is done

When I finish your life will be over, your soul belongs to me

Forever a prisoner in the Netherworld, you will be

~Dave

Gaze into my eyes and you will see

A glimpse of Hell that will make you bleed

It is a ghastly underworld of torture and pain

Where nightmares come true, and nothing is the same

Soon the paranormal will enter your mind

Disturbing visions you will find

Just lay back and try to relax

Savor your breaths to the last

This is His will and it will be done

It brings Him pleasure to dispatch someone

Beg for mercy is what He desires

As your mortal soul succumbs to the fires

But death will come intensely slow

When will it come, you’ll never know

Look into my eyes if you dare

Show Him that, you just don’t care

Prove that you wish to rule the dead

To the Nether World, you will Head

Gaze into my eyes and you will see

Your world has become a Hellish reality

~Dave

Welcome to my Dungeon, come on in

Hold this torch the tours’ about to begin

Stay close to me, don’t touch the walls

Ignore the inhabitant’s pleas and calls

Here in this chamber, I greet new guests

Put them through some basic torture tests

Over there daily beatings are given

Screams of pain keep the punishers driven

Now come with me, walk this way

Down these halls never see the light of day

Chained to that table is someone bad

So we drip water on his forehead to drive him mad

Watch your step, walk around the hole

For deep inside lay forgotten souls

Avoid the puddles; they’re not what you think

They’re infectious waste the locals drink

The rats down here are larger than dogs

Also be on the lookout for carnivorous hogs

Ah here we are the chamber of confession

In here the guilty learn a horrible lesson

Don’t look at them, just keep walking

Their tongues are removed to keep them from talking

Torture and pain are a way of life here

Some even survive on what many fear

Oh my, please forgive the smell

This is where we keep those, who aren’t quite well

Soon it’ll be feeding time, it’s a nasty brew

There’s plenty for all, how ’bout you

Please don’t panic, you’ll only make it worse

I promise to take pleasure when you hurt

Dungeon Master

I can no longer live my life as a cripple

I miss the past when my fingers did more, than just wiggle

If it wasn't for my daughter and my wife

I would have surely ended my life

The rule of this alpha male has finally died

I deserve a death full of dignity and pride

Now I am running out of reasons to breathe

I think I am ready, for a rest in peace

Tonight, as I pray for death, I will try to be brave

Undertaker, please prepare an unmarked grave

I have packed my things, I am ready to go

To heaven or hell I really don't know

Don’t cry for me when I am gone

I am happier now, this is where I belong

In this unknown place, I will survive

Free from my throne, will I feel alive

I promise to come visit you each and every night

In your dreams, I will be there, to hold you tight

I have to go, tears are burning my eyes

To all that I love, this is my last goodbye

~Dave

Sit back and let me tell you a tale

’bout a man named Dave, who was once an alpha male

He once fought what others fear

And took care of those he held dear

A careless surgeon tried to take his life

Everything changed when he went under the knife

Visions of hell filled his head

Often wondering if he was dead

When he woke from a six week nap

He couldn’t move or talk and he thought, what the crap

From that point on the alpha male was gone

Dave was being punished, but he did no wrong

Helpless and weak, he managed to survive

He was a shell of a man who lost his drive

Losing his son was the final straw

Into the grave he wanted to crawl

Andrea May saved his life

So naturally he made her his wife

He mourns the alpha male every day

It’s a struggle to live his life this way

A cripple in a chair is what he’s become

Staring down at his paralyzed thumbs

Friends and family inspire him to live

Sadly he wishes he had more to give

When the alpha male dies, another moves in

Sometimes I wish another would move in

And continue the legacy that Dave had begun

I wish my life as a cripple was done

~Dave