The Inbetween
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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.
Copyright © Lindsey Kaminer | Year Posted 2017
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