Vital

The gentle embrace of death

Touches my weary soul

I’m closer to the end now

Enough despair! I’m whole!

Destined to make the right choice

My existence, a constant struggle

Soon I will at last be free

Of my chemical burden

My consciousness is raised

Without society’s poison

Destined to make the right choice

I exist but I have to feel vital

Helpless, abandoned

Relentless attack

Realize my dreams

I can’t turn back

Always doubting yet indecisive

Meandering convictions become so pensive

Part of me wants to live

I grope for a reason

Yet I’ll be granted solace

Seeming serene…open

Destined to make the right choice

I exist but I have to feel vital