The Balance

I have two hands. Each is weighted equally, One life, one death. It’s a balance that is apart of who we are. The balance swings back and forth, Only one will rise Back and forth, Higher and higher, Lower and lower, Only one will rise, Heaven and hell take their wagers. Life’s a game… Pulling at my soul, ripping my soul, consuming my soul, Only I have the final say Only one will rise. The blood dribbles off the edge of the knife Heaven and hell take their wagers, Life’s a game… My flesh ripping and tearing becoming nothing. Only I have the will Only one will rise I lay my head back, My eyes roll back into my head. Rapid Eye Movement no more, Take breathe no more, Love no more, Feel no more, Hate all over again, Only one will rise. Into the light Into the fires Into bliss Into despair Into pleasure Into pain Which will rise? Heaven and hell take their wagers Only one will rise What if I have a choice? The light or the fire. The bliss or despair. The pleasure or the pain. I take my wager. Only one will rise. Vive ut viveas Lux lucis super atrua Carpe diem One is rising. Into the fires, Into the void, Into the depth that none can avoid, Into the adventure that no one can conquer , Into death, I have risen.