You were right i seem to have tunneled my way into the   Dark space between love and hate it's a limbo of sorts  Where instincts between love and hate are not to be trusted  But i have trusted them or perhaps that was the tiny red devil  Who lives in my hands  A nameless game of perception  Where opened doors are locked  The players say you find some identity   In the haste to make it to the top  And in only one years time my limbs have stretched to fill   The cavities i have created and lost through friction  In a thousand attempts to win   Now i am dancing my way to the top of this edifice   So i can live unjaded and speak easy  And let ambrocious waves flow over me  So i put thoughts to actions   But nothing gets worked out