It's leaving me paralysed, this choice of mine
It's gnawing at me, the prospect of salvation
It's hurting like a knife, in my stomach and chest
Over, over, over and then over again
I drift away
Only to wake to the same existence
There's a certain calm to the nothing
It envelopes you, as you quietly fade
But then fire
Every fiber of your body screaming to survive
Back and forth
As you ask yourself
Have I had enough?
...
The pillbox rests next to my bed
The chattering when I shake it, like a hundred promises of End
...
I might have had enough.