In the distance I hear chanting
A song
Warning me
Calling out the inevitable truths that await

Death
A sea of souls surround my raft
Begging me to join them
As I drift upon wave after wave of those spirits
And toss and turn over tombstones
I am trapped in a purgatory awaiting rescue

Should I sink or swim?

Swim to a church pew
Live and die by the cross
Listen as he screams once more
Salvation and saliva flying from his lips
Although
I don't know which is more revolting

Or should I sink
Sink into the abyss in which I believe IS the afterlife
The cold darkness
The nothingness cradled in the heart of an atheist

Sometimes I wonder
Is a soul worth holding on to?
Because it's so much easier to tread water without it weighing me down