A Fine Line...

It ever grows from zilch
Uprising your whole existence
Arriving your shores excitedly
Believing everything you touches
Drawing skies of emotions
Filling them with dreams
Walking through the yellow bricks
Apparently seeing the road
Naiveté of the young
I support it, I give it, I deserve it
I can tell you what happiness is
A state of mind that suppress the blackness
Uprising good times longed to be not gone
Riding above a haze of illusion called amor
While you sleep in tucked pillows
I think you don’t have the courage to achieve
The character called me
I believe I can see it grow
So slick and stealth inside
To crack your skull
Trying to find what’s the matter with your mind
You’re corrupting my muse
Killing every verse in each step you move
But you’re failing, love
You see by law we’re supposedly to be one
And I should obey your word
But you have to gain my respect
Such a poor job you have done
Minutes play aside, years pass us by
I’m getting somewhat tired of waiting
Of believing, begging, feeling, seeing
I can’t fake what I can’t feel
Odium walking on my mind
Such a fine line between love and hate
Thanks to you, I’m riding both
Heaven and hell, married and alone
I think you don’t have the courage to achieve
The character called me
It ever grows from nothing
I know I love you
But now abhorrence masked your siege
I’m tired of giving all
Beware of my blow
Now live beside your own
Here, I’m done.