The Holy Choice

The strayed spirit of my killed heart
Has been roaming the unknown place
Hopelessly searching for a new start
The one I have been meaning to trace.

The ghastly fear of the unknown fate
Has been clutching me to its hard chest
The two glowing flowers I have met
The choice of who would be my soulmate.

I thought it was the time to cease tears
The drops that solaced my lost core
The time to be desired without any fears
Oh, my heart cannot take stabs anymore.

The spirit of mine is reaching the holy sky
The approach to tell me it is time to die.