I want to express what I feel
Like the minotaur of the labarynth’s darkness
The dark and forbidden emotion resurfaces
Sometimes its rage, other times it is hatred or even envy;
The feeling slithers all over like a creature evil and slimy
Along with the lovely pastels, shades of grey I shall paint
To hell with anyone reminding me that I must be a saint
No rain no flood nor any fiery tempest can put off the fire
And walk it will, along with everything else to the pier
Sadly I can never pick the shells without the sand
The pastels and the grey seem to always march hand in hand
Even if it is futile,I hope that the darkness recedes away
Letting the dawn of peace reign over, someday
