Sunday, August 26, 2012


Am I poison?
Or am I a remedy?
'Cause sometimes,
If feels like both to me.

Am I a curse?
Or am I a charm?
'Cause you may have struck gold
But there's a bullet in your arm.

Am I a nightmare?
Or am I a dream?
'Cause your sleeping with a smile,
Waking with a scream.

Am I the cold?
Or am I the cure?
Cause every now and then,
I rest unsure.