Poem || Lines.

Along the lines of good and bad,

I choose the tangent crossing.

I choose to be both of two,

Commit the murder, but without watching

Along the lines of good and bad,

I did not like the line.

I wanted all that evil offered,

Whilst being kind.

Along the lines of good and bad,

I was on the edge.

To tip into the boiling sin

But surfing on a sledge

Along the lines of good and bad

There still is not a cure

To want to be so wicked

With a heart so pure

So what does one do now?

What does one say?

When all that the world is reaching for

Is a little too cliché

I want to be a rebel

That draws inside the lines

That makes the picture perfect

But not be so confined

Along the lines of good and bad

I pleaded to be unique

To be the angel that I am

But not seem so weak