The dark to my light.
Half love, half hate.
Golden moments never change;
Will I always be too late?

Jumbled bells boxed in cotton
locking crumbled yells away.
Packaged affections of misdirected action.
A damaged laugh detected, now
save the best for last.
Otherwise you won't eat the **** that's on your plate.

The small part of you only I know;
teared tricking, trickling snow.
The part that led me into the cruel reality-
Tv show that you tried to call a life.

I was only an extra.