Asylums handle the damaged suicide
Hospitals heal faulty nods
And lovers decline to live or die.
But where do I belong?
When anger shakes my moods foundation,
These tender thoughts of being secluded
In a soul that isn't white, nor black,
But gray.
I said "Eternal,"
for this notion exceeds forever.
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 10:40 PM UTC
Asylums handle the damaged suicide
Hospitals heal faulty nods
And lovers decline to live or die.
But where do I belong?
When anger shakes my moods foundation,
These tender thoughts of being secluded
In a soul that isn't white, nor black,
But gray.
I said "Eternal,"
for this notion exceeds forever.
