Alive versus dead
Not a choice you want to make
Not a choice you’re given
Sometimes a choice you take.
When alive becomes less
When death becomes an option
You reach for the knife, the pill
With shadowless stain of will.
Your decision is clean
It’s one you’re afforded
No judgement in hell
No bad mark recorded
On celestial slabs.
No going back –
Your rock is your decision
So make it with vision.
Under the influence – no
Dreaming the alternative is better – no
What alternative could beat survival?
For the one life, ultimate denial?