Cross the lines.

Its a two faced kind of thing.

The lights were florescent 

They cast a golden glow to the middle of the table 

The table divided into two anger on one side 

Sorrow on the other 

I think I was the only one strattling that line 

To one side I could see the emptiness 

The quiet looking for something more 

Living in black and white.

To the other lived the fire 

Looking to dull the fire dull the anger,

The voices. 

I sat at the end 

The head of the table 

Living in black, white and red emptiness just waiting for it to end 

Fire coming in flashes giving me the courage to live that impulse if just for seconds 

Seconds that i was living 

Psychosis.

Sitting cold under the glow of the lights 

It doesn't keep us warm doesn't keep us here 

I thirst for the warmth of anyone 

To just hold me for a second to prove im here 

To prove I haven't frozen over completely ice

In a room full of strangers 

So why do i feel like they know me better then the ones ive known my whole life?

Author's Note

Still needs allot of work.
Just kinda shat it out really.