Innate Desire

Lying in an alley, His body crumpled in silent agony, His hands lying limp from one final exertion to utter defeat. Too many pills to name, Too many to count, Slowly dying from the misery of fame His eyes opened to find himself in a never ending void. No way of coming or going Beset with fear He grew frantic A deep desire to die But an unconscious despair that death would come for him A desire for life... Two figures approached him And both began speaking to him "Your troubles ill soon be over my child," said the first figure. "You lived your life, You bled for your ways, You will soon be rewarded, Close your eyes, my child Let your eyes grow heavy from your determined efforts, Your troubles will leave you... Slip into eternal slumber Life is meant no more You will not go back to change who you were before..." In a subtle whisper: "It is too late..." A shroud of inviting darkness lingers by slowly draining his last strength. A second figure then comes and helps him to his feet. "Why do you accept defeat so easily when you were meant for a purpose?" He: "I have done my share. Why should I care? There is nothing for me anymore. Let me wallow in my despair." "You are worth more than you can possibly imagine." He gives the stranger an inquisitive look: "I don't understand." The stranger sighs: "Mortals and their petty insecurities...If they were created and put on earth to die with no purpose, they were better created with no brain, Left to wallow in their own disdain..." He: "You talk so surely..." The stranger smiled with a brilliance not seen before: "As certain as the day I saw you come into this world and the day I saw your weak attempt to leave it... I can save you from this... Death will soon be nonexistent... But that decision is for you alone to make..." Thinking about both sides Measuring the equality of tides He looked up with a sudden burst of determination: "I choose life."