Why?
Why can't I?
Choose between the pleasure and the pain,
The lovely lies,
Or the hate-filled truths?
Love like diamonds studded roses; beautiful thin slivers of piercing hatred decorate the exquisitely delicate balance.
Hate like fiery combustion and hastily welded together half-truths; the horrors of the night bleed into the joy of the day.
Why?
Why can't I?
Determine if I want this to end,
Twisted because one half of me longs to leave, when the other half begs to stay?
Happiness tangible like an explosion of colors
Sorrow heavy like the stench of death; it permeates into recesses of my very soul.
Only when agony and desire unite, shall my body become one again.
I'm broken and shattered,
Violated fragments of my old self seek light again.
I am knocked down,
Only to rise again.
I show my weakness now,
Because my strength is reserved for later.
I show you my tears,
But my hate burns deep inside.
I hate that I love you—it's tearing me apart,
But hate will not be outshined.
I might give in to the Darkness,
But with you, now I only see light.
Yeah.
Well. This poem just came to me yesterday evening during family prayer—I know, I was supposed to be focusing on the Lord, but I had to write this, it was a Screamer!—and I wanted to see what other people thought about it (this is from Starscream's point of view, by the way).