Choice

Sometimes ,

You die

With your eyes wide open,

Flashing that goddamn forced smile,

Confused wandering lost soul,

And a beating broken heart.

And sometimes,

You do still live

With your eyes closely shut,

Sealed lips,

Being that numbing cold corpse

And having satisfied soul drifting away happily with the endless memories.

It depends on either you choose to die before your actual death or to live even after you die.