You are somewhere between day and night,
I believe few people are made of daylight...
Yielding to everything you see, I begin
Oozing hatred and condemnation...
I have many desires
things I want for me...
I tried to write about you today
But as I put pen to paper...
I dwell in the darkness
hidden by shadows...
You blanket me and refuse to leave
So rude and unwelcome...