Heaven or hell, I'm faced with an ultimatum. Pick a side and stick with it until your final day comes; but for whatever reason an eternal fire doesn't scare me and it doesn't help that i don't have a grasp of eternity.
But Heaven or Hell i'm kinda split down the middle, because the world and it's pleasures are too much fun to belittle. But what we don't or can't see is always in the back of my mind; like what if i leave this earth, quote unquote, before my time. am i gonna walk up to heaven's gate pleading for my soul or just hope that i die when I'm ready, when I'm more than old?
If I choose Heaven then I give up my pleasures for a supposed afterlife that's beyond any measure. Give up this, give up that, quit this and read your bible because your depression can be solved by stories about these 12 disciples
If I choose Hell then I enjoy these pleasures in exchange eternal pain and suffering supposedly beyond measure. But I can do this, do that, drink this and smoke this joint but if I die tomorrow then what would've been the point
Heaven or hell i just wanna be myself, just wanna live my life be different from the rest. But is my individuality gonna cost me an afterlife? Cuz if so, i guess you might as well just pass the knife; because how else am i supposed to deal with depression? I guess i took writing as my only form of expression; so if you take away anything i say, i wanna leave you with this message.
"Heaven or Hell, you and I don't get a resurrection once we're gone that's it, done, pay for your transgressions. but don't be afraid, i'm here we'll accept it, that no matter Heaven or Hell we'll always be God's perfect imperfections"
This is my first poem in this collection, kinda displays my Bipolar-ism (if that's what you want to call it