Portion....

Stuck between two choices,
a path has been brought,
hearing many voices,
my heart is sure to rot,

I curl up inside.
lock up my oneself,
I have no more pride,
I can't believe myself,

My eyes blood shot red,
I possession to fall,
all i know is that I'm dead,
and the dead are known to crawl,

I crawl to my home,
my sacred lair,
but I know I'm alone,
Not wanted there,

I lay unconscious,
breath too slow,
I can leave this world,
I know I can go,

But I don't leave
I don't rise above,
Cause I'm holding on,
to one portion of love.....