Life is a choice; where oxygen and sleep are options,
Where sleep can be a form where you can never wake up.
Where you can choose to exhale oxygen until suffocation.
To pretend is to be deaf to reasoning and blind to reality.
I find sin to be awarded punishment.
Where souls in sight are magnificent.
Where words are treasures to the mind,
but the tongue is a burden to humans.
As I lay my head low looking at the surface,
in front of me are steel bars.
I am captivated.