My body fights for air,
The ripping of the tissue,
My lungs begin to tear,
Gravity's got my bones,
It pulls my flesh away,
The steam finally dissipates,
I make out my sweaty face,
This consequence i choose,
Game I inevitably lose,
Governed by laws set up by me,
Fracture it's jaw to let me be.
Again as if clockwork i consider my options. They've always been there. Stay as i am. Or curdle under change. Most people truly do not understand the power that choices have. It is the difference between right and wrong,good and bad, damnation and salvation. Saving your life or losing it. But the thing is i realise just how devastating decisions are,how painful regret is. I fear it. Do i regret being who I am? Perhaps not but i do wonder. What if? What if? What would it be like to forget the Colin's and embrace the Hugh's of my generation. Dangerous thought i assure you.
I have no use for it. Take it for i wear it on my sleeve.
