Who were you?

A fool to be played.

Why were you?

I didn't see the ending in those days

How could you not?

My mind and eyes were shot

Why was this so?

My life was low

What do you mean?

My mind was gleaming

A low life with a gleaming mind? 

A mind without walls sees all, not just the light, not just the dark, but the give and take of both beautiful parts.

Are they beautiful?

Why of course! Don't you see? Well you can't, you'd have to be me.

Why is that?

Well if you asked for it stat I couldn't say, but say one line is something I may. For every light day I can feel  a dismay, for this isn't where m,y thinking comes into play, only when it's dark can my art become reality and take its own part.

Doesn't this hurt you?

Why of course, but what is life without discourse? I could life my life worry free, but what life would it be if my life was confined to being happy? I seek for knowledge of myself and truth, how can I do that when I'd be confined to these rules? Shall I forbid myself to think just to pretend that at night there is no creak?

Another problem arises with such a thought, for I am more than gray or the combination of two parts, for I am no combination at all, more like oil and water, one a fire starter, the other a life harborer, but neither are all evil or all good for oil allows us power and water can drown, but I have yet to get to the point until right about now. Let me say I am no yin and yang, but more of black and white in the same mind and body. never to mix, never to die, an endless war it is forever confined to my mind. The white prevails most of the time, but I can feel the dark scratching at night, I can hear it ring in my ears, a constant reminder that its still here, It's part of me and who I am, I want to be good, but I also want to be bad. Both can be the opposite tune, but not often is this really true, but I can use both sides to understand, I may lack experience, but I have another upper hand, I can see from both sides of the coin.

Heads or Tails? 

I see both, I feel both, I know both, We are both

 Most people are both good and bad, but is it for them the constant war I've had? Give me gun to put in my hand, will I shoot myself, the target, or my friend in the back? So many possibilities, so tempting each one, my god how I'd like to have so much fun! Just a pull of the trigger and that's that, the fun can begin behind someone's back, but I play nice and shoot ahead, because I keep this war only in my head.

So tell me then, why not shoot a stranger and not your friend? 

It is as a baby, running around, then BAM face first into the ground, how cute it was until this moment, but now I feel a different happiness growing.

A couple so sweet, in love with each, until one's head turn entirely to red, inside out, you wanted to know all about them, so please don't pout. I know it's suprising and so unexpected, but look here, it's their necklace, It has a picture of you, oh how sweet, now lets put it on! let me just remove this leftover cheek. Oh look here, it looks great, now you'll always have a part of them, or all of them if you get a rake. Or maybe a shovel, or maybe it's too late, their head is everywhere. Isnt it Great! Oh I see, you dont like me, well that's too bad, that's so sad, because this image will always be there, in your dreams, in your life, in your screams, so I say goodbye, oh don't worry, I did this with ease, jull a pull of the trigger and BOOM, a brand new masterpiece. 

Now see what I mean, isn't that better? Better than shooting a stranger and hiding in the gutter? Well maybe I didnt answer it the way you wanted, or maybe I just didnt answer it at all, but there's one thing I know.

What is that?

It's that all of these answers we both know.