You Can’t Trick a Trickster

In the hospital I died. Three pieces of my soul hovering above pseudo me. Staring down at the sheath that held together me three, I now see why I die prematurely. I hover between the two me's at odds. The me on the left wickedly grins. The room disappears around me three. The me on my right pulls my arm towards the luminous sky. When I disagree, he nooses me. He clambers, climbing vigorously towards Heaven's beaming stream. My neck’s noose knot of tightened twine begins to tingle then sting. The me on the left is the prankster in me. He plans a snide ride to become hell’s pride. When I disagree, he binds my feet. One last morbid prank. As he falls. his stare's glare is of Hades' inferno ablaze. I now see the me in between is my soul’s translation of what was truly me. Abandoned by me twice I return to my body quickly, hoping not to be severed completely. I have methodically outsmarted the sly me’s and mind’s deceit I am now free. I open my eyes stress free; only one of me? Now, which nurse will I scare first? Damn!