Testimonial

Insecurities of a tortured mind,
Suffering of the body dissipated,
A damnèd soul blurred the line.
Where the shadows of darkness,
And the purity of light,
Used to clash.

Blink once – last breath
Blink twice – heart stilled
Blink thrice – frail mortality
Final simplicity

The body gasps, one more chance
For the bleakness of the world
Tell a tale:
Starve this feeble body,
Suffocate emotion,
Mutilate its memory
Grant it freedom from its pain
Hate, the better half, divided by
The Line Between;
Love, a fool’s desire.

A moan for pleasure (blackest hell)
Silence for hurt (crystalline white)

The blurrèd line now defined
Ingrained in stone
Love = Hate
Unless an incongruity can be justified?