Sometimes, You're drowning in your imperfections. Sometimes, There's nothing left to give. Sometimes, The emptiness drills a hole within you. Sometimes, You wonder what it is to live. Sometimes, The numbing blanket falls away. Sometimes, The pain will make you bend. Sometimes, The silence screams around you. Sometimes, The night will never end. Sometimes, The dawn's slowly coming. Sometimes, It never is.
Dichotomy, I am two. Which is my real self? Maybe more, I'm fractured though, I don't even know myself. This one here and that one there which version of me will come out next? I do not know, but this is sure, I long to find egress. Solidify and unify Please these fractures hurt. Jagged edges rend and try to take away my rest.
Good and bad are associations Of feeble minds Red. What is red? A blood-soaked war or a velvet drape. A lashing of fists may hurt for a week turning purple, then blue, and green. But the power of a word can outlast it all. It echoes on forever echoes again and again Raining down fresh blows with each recollection.