Beginning through Death

Death, well, it's absolutely safe
Tricky fates only upon the route to the
Final destination
To want life and death simultaneously
An impossible feat
Yet here I stand
On two opposite polls as I stare
At the setting Sun, with its golden, rosy passion
Burning to its end
Then returning to the rising toasted Sun it was before
And I see everything I lived,
In between, should I stay or go
My biggest regret begins with
Myself, a fragile, misunderstood soul
Who wanted nothing but peace
Aye, I failed, yet I crave
Correction and chance
Hope
For a new beginning
One, this time true.