poetry- "The cost indecision"

A horrific voice whispers inside, i strain to hear this sound in my mind.
It's speaking of rapture and effortless hate, It's talking in tongues condemning my fate.
This delusion of echoes that strips all my pride, leaves ashes and chaos in the path left behind.
I cannot tune out, oh this sentence is grim, the universe may fill with my future sins.
I play a sweet song, try drown out the voice, fall asleep and reawaken with a new option of choice.
Do i submit to the darkness, let it envelop me? Or do i start a new chapter, let the bright light be seen?
Upon the dusk of each day, i ask myself this, only to answer with fear, deep heartache and fists.
As dusk becomes past i say to myself, ill ask again tomorrow, today can't be helped.
This ongoing saga, is repeated each day, but now that I'm older i find the repetition insane.
So I beg to myself, please let me be saved, end this haunting loop, this exit-less maze.
Until I'm decided i know it wont stop, will my soul be imprisoned, will my spirit be locked up?
I think to live purely, is surely the answer, but the effort it takes, takes tolls even faster.
Is selfishness better? like some thick stormy weather? In a way it protects, it can make you feel better..
Only time will tell what is in store for me, i hope the process will quicken, as the waitings' not free.