Borderline

borderline between what may i ask? floating whilst the clock ticks by tears on the night of your life pain in pleasure pleasure in pain doors closed the slams still echo in your brain in-prisoned by your own name dust scatters over where you lay an endless impossible escape you planned at 5 imprints of those who held you tight just to leave you in the night sky’s are blue but your mind is grey it makes no sense why you feel this way but at least you know borderline is where you stay there is safety in that pain