Choice

It's a dull, dead weight.
Numb, neither love nor hate.
A deep, black abyss.
Filled with nothing, but nothingness.
Each thought, burden with lead,
as they sink, slowly, through my head.

No spark, no interest.
No light in the eyes.
This mind-numbing stupor,
the soul it ties.

An electric jolt,
should revive.
Time to choose,
to live or be alive.





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