Death claimed to be
a friend,
offering whatever peace
I could buy

A drug dealer
on a ****** corner,
Death offered
the final solution

Sanity dangled before me,
like a gangrenous limb
needing to be cut off

So what was I to do?

Life said,
"Go ahead!
I'm sick of the way
you treat me!
I'm no longer
a precious gift
So go ahead!
Release me!

Fading in and out
of clarity,
walking the fuzzy details
of a wire,
I had to make a move

It was always a fumbled chess play
on a board game
I called this world
and I was the vanquished player
all too often

Life or Death
What was I to do?

I can't always claim
I have the right things to say
but I am far from making my words
silent in the grave

No flowers for my coffin,
no candle lit in my memory
Life need not hold a grudge
if I continue on with the cause

So after all that I have considered...
What was I to do?

Live life