Cant cross the Divide,
Not black nor white,
the fork becomes the knife.
mind froze, ill spoken,
avoid the margins,
permanent doze, thoughts broken.
satanic tendencies, but byronic hero,
watch the rain fall up,
transgress your enemies, endless limbo.
off guard, path eaten,
end in sight,
body scarred, but I remain unbeaten.
restricitions snapped in half,
obey the diplomats,
for those that control life,
repeatedly stare upon the knife.
Nice Knife
A slice of life poem, loved the rain falling up ~~A~~