• You are welcoming death, patiently waiting to draw your last breath.
    Half-heartedly hoping your heart will stop wholly. Your lungs collapse in your chest.
    Eyes rollback and you somehow see the truth. Or you see something less.
    You go blind and deaf, Paralyzed and adept to pain.
    Until the whip cracks, a pretense to the searing flame.
    You must have surely gone insane.
    But no, by some divine anomaly you’ve been returned to the gates.
    Here you are to be judged by all your own love and hate.
    The two reciprocate, it is time you awake.
    It was all a dream or so it seems.
    You’ve been given a one way ticket to the unknown abyss.
    Should you choose to redeem?
    No, you’ve been given so many chances there must be a reason you’re not seeing.
    You know every day, for peace you plea. Be it to fate, destiny or some higher being.
    It must be a union of the three.

    Sorry, before I start to ramble, if peace is unattainable and life is but a gamble.
    Then how shall this world manage? When the worlds in a disadvantage.
    What seems rational to its inhabitants? A question I must have answered, because I see nothing happening.
    Considering suicide, this was an unsightly hypothetic situation and requires no reply.     neutral