we have forever painted the derivatives of balance in derivatives of greys,
in the christened name of middle ground acknowledging two sides
equally footed.
of all the semi-suicide carried out inside my head, all of the killings
are crimes of passion, a flicker and out with it.
moments of weaknesses.
one step in the dark and you overstep the mid-ground.
one momentary blink and there's blood on both of me, killer and killee.
in the fervour of the moment.
