Death

There is a nation of undecision
Choices race in front of me
Those that claim to know me
Are long gone in the vortex of confusion
That threatens to swipe me from existance

The colors blend together.
Nothing but a blur now
What will become of the rest
When i am extinguished
By the swirling chasm of indecision

How can I do this?
How can I not?
Does it matter if life or death should grasp me
In its torturous clutches?
Will it make any difference to die by the sword,
Or to die slowly in the unkind embrace of a life,
Spent from the fires of adversity
That forever burn my soul?

My decision made, I jump over the edge
Never am I sure of what my choice was.
Floating in and out of existance,
I question what I see.

A fall of infinite length, yet it is no more.
Consciousness envelops my being as I wake
My mind is still falling
Ever further into the abyss of oblivion

My body follows.