The Choice Poem by Lisa Ann Smallwood

on what level do you
with what emotion
the colors fade
the air is still
the words are spoken

still in time
same today as last month
feasting on the hunt
blood on your hands
content with your actions

aint no rest for the wicked
time seems to stand still
anguish in you heart
cant be cured with a pill
have you got your fill

stand an face it
run and hide
holding on to foolish pride
does it heal the wounds you have inside
just keep bleeding

poke the fire
lost in the smoke
flickers of light
speak you fate
they speak of hate

lie in the blood
roll in the memory
fade into the wall
go ahead and fall
or be motionless forever