You have known people
You have loved them
And hated them too
Your mind is a haunting
Mess of confusion
Because you can never decide
Which colour to fixate on
Black or white
Or is it the melancholy madness
Of midnight blue
It is easier to pick one side
And become a faithful supporter
But you are cursed
With the malady
Of feeling things
Too deeply
In the most conflicted way possible
And you bleed 
The shades of emptiness
When Khonsu comes
Creeping at night
And ties your soul
Into the knot of