Baskadia

I choose Life

I had two options I could go under Shut myself in! And everyone else out I could stay away from colors And chose  to feed my eyes with darkness And my soul  with silence. I could ignore the freedom From the endless world  we live in, And The sight of low roofs snd sky scrappers The awesome view of sunset from my front porch Or the fresh  smell of Dawn from the same spot. But no, The one who tried to kill me won't let me rest in my tomb, He'll  come for my body! Since  I can't even sleep even tho