The Choice
By shedevilrkg
Sitting in my room Staring at the blade Trying to find out Why I'm so afraid Cold pictures of death Come forth from my mind I don't know why No reason can I find And still there are visions Of my death and pain I can't help but realize I've got nothing to gain My death or my life Seems just a choice to me To stay locked in chains Or to finally be free But is my choice As simple as it seems? Are all I have left The lies of my dreams? If I go through with life What will happen to me? If I choose to die In what hell will I be? How can I choose Between things like these? To live in life's gift Or in dark hell to freeze? The choice might seem easy To some lucky souls But how should I know Which is the right role? Am I meant to live? And if so, why? What is our purpose? Why do we try? We go through the motions Of a life that is fair Even though we all know About the dark demon's lair He's lying in wait For one black mistake The question is What choice will I make? Will I be the one To give up my life; To give up my soul For the call of the knife? But if I choose to leave What will happen to them? Will they perish with me? Follow me till the end? Knowing the consequences Is all that now stops me All I want is my end So I can finally be free But how can I make That one fateful choice If I know they will follow My friend, the knife's, voice? So I guess all I can do Is just sit and wait Not yet daring to enter Hell's final gateOne of my many darker poems.. Written July 24th, 2001 © on Nov 17 2001 02:00 PM PST 0 • 1
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"Sitting in my room..."