Wednesday, April 22, 2009


if it wasnt for those compassions,
how could i ever feel this disgust?
if it wasnt for that minute spark of love,
how could this flame of hatred scorch my will?

if it wasnt for those careful eyes,
then nothing would gloom beneath them now,
if it wasnt for the bitten tongue,
then why am i damned with regret?!

the faces are worn to please each half,
and to complete each turn at every feelings encountered.
we laugh and play to greet the day,
but we dread the tears to say goodnight.
while back and forth these plays would have
every pain and pleasure in black or white.

you may have ended this with our two shades
but ive been fucking lost in between all along.
we thought you'd find me,
but neither did all of us.