The Inbetween

? Flames or ice. Hellfire or holy water. Sacrilegious or sacrifice, Depends on the alter. I saw it all in black and white Until I no longer felt sad or happy No longer just wrong or just right All lines blurred the feeling Until I feel nothing. It's a weird word that encompass shallow breathing It's wild state of feeling everything too much It's overflows and overpours Until I can no longer wallow in it's banks And I'm forced to give up on the shore To lay in darkness, trapped in float tank. I use to never sleep or I'd rest too long, But now I toss until the break of dawn And the pills can't keep me quiet, They'll probably do me in, I'll have to glue together my eyes I swear I'll find sleep again. But now it's all grey. The words are found in between the lines But there is no silver lining, And I Can no longer tell truth from lies Love from lust And words float loosely, Like unattached pages in a spring gust But all I am is numb. Wondering where it is I'm gonna go And who I'm going to find, By I guess it doesn't matter It's no longer sight or blind. There's an in between called nothing. A purgatory for living dead. All is no long categorized two Death and life, me and you. Voices out loud and the ones in my head. Is this sadness or is it depressed? My prescription bottles rests in my hand, But all I want is your hand. But you look at me and just don't understand. I live in a state that doesn't exist. Where colors don't shine and birds don't sing and people don't live.