"Crossing" 2 - 8 - 06
between my day and my night
where thoughts and wants collide
i'm at the crossroad of this trail
where i am forced to decide
the path that i shall undertake
which pleasure shall i entertain
shortening my breathes, heartbeats
as diligence becomes a steady pain
in awe of this crossfire with
a heart waiting to pump blood
i judge them both by my hand
as the conscience takes another slug