Yield.

Taking what I've got and making something with it? Gotta love life when it's at it's least, gotto live it up when it's at it's highest. Can't take a middleground it seems, middleground... There's a gaping hole there, fall through and never be seen again. So sides, battlelines being drawn... What should one do? Take a side and leave the other. I think I'll stand where I'm at and try to dodge all these bullets and shells. Standing where I'm at can I just be neutral? I think I shall. It seems like the best course of action I have no struggle and no qualms with either and none. I'm over everything but low enough to see what's going on.

Madness and blasphemy. Sin never looked this sexy... Take it from me and tears are useless tools when you are trying to fix something, such a waste of saline!

Thoughts on fire, fan this proverbal flame. No please. Don't, It is done. This is a quagmire though, I'm sinking deeper with each step I take. Fun without a doubt, struggling to comprehend? I'm not. I'm not sure what I'm even talking about. Do you? Take my tounge and make it stick to my palate so that I cannot speak. Take my fingers and break each bone so I can not write. Blind me so I cannot see what's going on... But even in blindness I'll see everything, more clarity than the eye of nature. Understand what I'm not saying, the words of silence speak louder, no they scream.