Do I Go or Do I Stay?

Your Bipolar poet has messed up her medication, resulting in a really fucked up head trip where mania and depression are fighting for dominance within my brain. While nothing good is coming out of this head trip, a decent poem has manifested itself. I give you: "Do I go or stay?"

Thoughts rushing

Frantic, gushing

No end in sight

For a long endless night.

Nightmares loom

Twilight’s gloom

Doesn’t kiss the sky.

How I wish I could die.

Death’s hand is kind

Her grasp is fine

Her fingers beckon me

Her black eyes see

Into my soul

No salvation’s goal

Cannot run away

Cannot seize the day.

Do I go or do I stay

Follow Death or run away?

I know the horrors that are here

The terrors behind her I fear.

Do I go or do I stay

Follow Death or run away?

Do I take her grasping claw

Her hand as cold as a saw?

Do I go or do I stay

Follow Death or run away?

Touch her face and feel her power

Or do I try to steal one more hour

In the land of the living

Where my soul can stay forgiving?

Do I go or do I stay

Follow Death or run away?