To Live or To Die

I cannot cherish his face if I leave,

But to live is to swallow all pain and sorrow,

To live is to commit sinful acts tomorrow,

Tomorrow, I might deceive, kill, or thieve!

I must suffer if my skin is still warm,

But if I die, I cannot paint the skies,

I cannot scream and cry on my lover’s arm,

Or bring him solace when he cries or sighs.

I do not dare to divorce Life

So I can marry and kiss Death,

So here I am, clinging to both,

Like a corpse that can barely cast a breath.