Through the Soul

1. If you could choose

You don't force blood to flow

Nor can you force skin to dissolve

You can choose to scorch

You can't choose to bleed

Not without an instrument

And a fearless delicate hand.

You can choose to look

As the pool of pain

Started to bathe your complexion

With an excruciating amount of-

Scarlett-ness

A result

And somehow-

A peculiar cure.

You can't choose to catch commitment

Without choosing to enact

Anything at all,

Like identifying the effective kind of-

OCEAN

But never jumping through,

Stayed glued on the chocolate crisis-

Hopeless with nothing to give away.

Perhaps you can only own the skies

To stare at it endlessly

Until the time that you were unable

To stare at it again.

Perhaps you can only own dignity

When you're already losing

EVERYTHING

When you're already losing all

the COLORS

Of your RAINBOWS

When you're losing all the words

Of your invisible dictionary.

You could choose to write,

All the adventures

Without the misery

To escape the inescapable clutch

of Reality

Or you could choose to act

Against all the Odds

Hoping for a greater extent of Bliss,

Hoping for a greater extent of

wanting Life

Or remaining for the Full Length of it.

But...

Those are just choices.

What happened before it's existence?

Is it because of the Voices?

Calamities?

Society?

Is it Fear?

You could choose everything

But you can't choose

past

and Broken Bonds

When you CAN'T even contain the Breaking,

And the verge of Brutality

when YOU'RE oppressed

and NO longer respected.

You can't choose

Broken wings

when you're made to FALL

And to FORGET

the feeling of clinging to the-

SKY.

You can't choose

to Change-

the souls YOU'RE entitled to

carry,

The face that YOU'RE

infinitely MASKED,

the veins buried under your

SKIN.

You can't choose to live

Under the roof where you

Desire,

To walk in the shoes

Of a stranger,

Or to carry the clothes

Of your dreams.

You can't choose to be different

When everything's the same,

When everything is still as dim,

And empty.

Why would you choose different

When you got you?

And your varieties of choices?

And your explicit will to Live?

And your explicit will to Decline form it?

they all say it's not a solution,

not a valid reason to Tangle the ropes.

What did they know about

MONSTERS?

and suffering Everyday from it?

What if it's the only choice?

What if it's the only future?