Hanging on the borderline,
I see left; I see right
I'm hanging off this cliff
I'm blind, with all my sight
Frozen, on this borderline
I feel irrational; then sane
Yes, I'm shifting on the border
I crave peace and I crave pain!
On the borderline
I'm silent when I say;
I'm on the borderline
BECAUSE I'M LACKING SHADES OF GREY!
PAIN;
AGAIN
It never
Does end
Finally—
I see.
A cacophonous holler
A plea;
Everything bleeding,
From one thing into another
As I swing between Child,
Daughter and Mother
But, not what you think;
Those typical 'maternal woes'
I won't bear any children
That chapter's been closed.
The close of the curtain
Everything is black and white
I'm suffering from this illness—
With little will left, I do not fight.
I suffer, while I continue on,
A mighty price I must always pay
I'm in a surreal boxing competition
STILL LACKING SHADES OF GREY!
'Gemini Identity, '
Born on the cusp of madness.
A division so fierce
Drenched in only sadness.
Tragically split,
Neurotica; I call it—
Mind; a suicidal disaster
There is no way to pause or stall this.
A punchline for the masters
As I tumble, and sway,
Back and forth I go—
ETERNALLY, LACKING SHADES OF GREY!
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