What will it be?
You may gaze into the depths of my soul —
if you dare.
But what you find there,
I can’t promise you’ll bear.
Don’t play with fire, don’t tempt the seas;
seek trouble, and trouble you’ll meet.
In the face of death, do you give in — or run?
What will it be?
It’s yours to decide what you choose to see:
the beauty, the pain, or all in between.
A complex choice for a complex mind —
will you accept my pain, or brush it aside?
The demons I face, I try to hide;
in a world so cold, I feel dead while alive.
Dark and twisted, cold and bitter,
my withered soul speaks volumes — if only you’d listen.
My emotions are pure, but my trust runs thin; a compassionate lover, an outgoing friend.
But betrayal has carved its mark within.
Make no mistake —
if you fool me once, you won’t again.
The decision is yours,
so choose with care.
What will it be?
My happiness is a weapon
My love is a torch
And your choice is the flame.
If it all blows up, I’ll have no mercy;
You’ll only have yourself to blame.
If I surrender to love and let you in, tread carefully with what I may do. For the fragments of joy that clings to my soul, and the fragile shards of sanity I still hold, will always come before you.
What will it be?
…Choose wisely.
