Your Choice

your choice to remain
in a cocoon,
a cocoon filled with
putrid slime and decay
that eats away like acid
at your flesh and soul.

your choice
to be free

your choice to stagnate
in an iron maiden,
an iron maiden covered with
dull rusty metal spikes
that skewer and pierce
your flesh and soul.

your choice
to be true

your choice to petrify
in a marble sarcophagus,
a sarcophogus overflowing with
squirming hungry maggots
that gorge and eat
your flesh and soul.

your choice
to love

your choice to suffocate
in your decrepid circumstance,
circumstance that entagle
your thoughts and dreams
and deaden
your flesh and soul.

you choice
to live.

it's your choice.

your choice
always.