Stuck in the middle
I’m stuck in the middle
Somewhere between winter-time and fall
Where the leaves are browning and littered on the floor
All the ugly things are yet to be swept under the rug
covered with frozen smiles that gleam far too bright
I’m stuck in the middle between dying with splendor and being kept safe in time
A frozen exhale caught before my heart stops beating
My body not transferred into an ice coffin
Instead pallid flesh on display for the whole world to see
Stuck in the middle//Azrael Fíernen












