I live the life of in-between.
To keep the peace,
I walk the line of beauty and beast.
My smile is sad,
My tears are a ploy.
I pray for death softly,
With a face full of joy.
I claim the center,
I call the border home.
Chained to choices I didn't make,
Never may I roam.
Relaxed and frightened,
Fearful and calm.
I'm seen but not heard,
Here yet gone.
I claim the center,
I call the border home.
My body is dull,
But my shackles shine chrome.
My heartbeat grows faster,
Yet my breathing is faint.
I conjure demons,
And bear the name saint.
I'm a bite of stale bread,
And a sip of fine wine.
I live this life,
But I can't call it mine.
