A solemn tragedy

In balance between monster and nonenity,
In harmony with madness and the norm,
Cold draft erases the facets of self-identity
And souls look for bodies to be born.
Lost thoughts and words are dancing on the tongue
And common sense went out for a smoke.
My body went through this when I was young,
But now it calls the mind to dialogue.
Now take the boat to the final station.
Where Orpheus sings requiem for hope
With those who didn't need an explanation
To hang the wrong ones on a shaggy rope.
And bring here drachmas, silver,gold and cooper.
I will forgive the idiots i owe.
Living you could be officer or trooper
But here it doesn't matter anymore.
But when the novels burn, they still remain
In empty brain with final couple cells.
As well as dried heart should still contain
A drop of feelings, warmth and it makes sense
To give you choice, a tiny funny question,
That haunts you all your life until the night.
Where would you turn at this sad, darkest station:
So. Which do you prefer the calmness or the light?