Bite Marks

Would you like to shoot a soul?

Lay in wait to fill that hole?

With lead from a freak's gun?

Exister

When one has reached an apex

Of solicitous souldom

One may begin to question

Their external existence

And the feelings of impact

And physical power

Does our light cast illumination

Or surly shadows?

For in this interesting quandary of

Nightmares and of dreams

Do we play the deck

Or do the cards cast dictate

In fact, could these two dichotomies

Meet in the middle

Coming together to paint

My heart black and white?

*this ain't finished*