Edifice

You were right i seem to have tunneled my way into the

Dark space between love and hate its a limbo of sorts

Where instincts between love and hate are not to be trusted

But i have trusted them or perhaps that was the tiny red devil

Who lives in my hands

A nameless game of perception

Where opened doors are locked

The players say you find some identity

In the haste to make it to the top

And in only one years time my limbs have stretched to fill

The cavities i have created and lost through friction

In a thousand attempts to win

Now i am dancing my way to the top of this edifice

So i can live unjaded and speak easy

And let ambrocious waves

Flow over me

So i put thoughts to actions

But nothing gets worked out