A Decision to be Made...

It's just one more line,
It's jut one more time...
What makes today different?
Are my fears even legitimate?!
Why does this control me?
Why can't YOU console me?
If death is not my master
Then why does my heart beat faster
With the edge in my hand?
But I've pledged to make a stand!
Why is there another obstacle?
Why do I deal with this constant bull?
Why can't I just be free,
Throw all aside and jut be me?
I am nothing to be measured...
Simply a fed wolf of pleasure.
Am I the one who lives to die...
Or was that live to die revised?
My life is nothing but complications...
Can we play operation?
Oh, a knife... Maybe bleed me dry?
What, a cliff? Maybe learn to fly?
Liking the light, but missing my Hell.
So remain polite, or break and rebel?
So relate back to death or continue with life?
Refrain from that breath or simply get high?

-victoria-

*Ok, so I got bored... it may not be much, but it entertained me for the time being. Humor me... rate?*