-Well should I-

How could something so beautiful become so dead and gone-?
How could such togetherness become such lonesome-?
What happened to our home huh-?
I have to ask?
We were once so handsome-
Something people wanted to be-
But last night you said you don’t want to live in misery-
Maybe the best choice is to become history-
My spirit is splintering-
Finding that deep dark I used to be,  the one I lost touch with in that sea of integrity-
And now he’s crawling infesting me -his dark death back into my chest
Walking-bowing my head-because I can’t stand the sight of my own breath-
There’s nothing left-I don’t know how much more I can say-
Should I come, should I go, should I leave, should I stay-?
Should I live, should I laugh, should I love, should I play-
Should I live to see the sun light of another day-
I want to hide from that wicked way-
Those rays-that glaze-my soul it strays-my eyes they blaze-
I yearn-I crave-to learn and make-the best out of this G-d forsaken day-