The yellow sun glares down upon
my lonely figure, contradicting
the care-free blue sky it rests forlorn
my free spirit is baring ,
painfully shoved behind bars.
Placed central in the mess
tracing my old scars
words like blades and nothing less

and bee stings pierce through
tightened skin, and poisons half
a human soul, half is old and half is new
a monster within will laugh

half will love and half despise
and contradiction, be the cause to my demise