Shining blinding silver lining, kills the shadow in your eyes.
Gleaming beaming brilliant streaming wipes away your simple lies.
If no discourse, plain to see, can come to save my life,
Frustration wells up within me, no dull edge on this knife.
I back away and get down low, for there is no escape.
Pain and darkness only grow, both nurtured by your hate.
Time within and time without, some aspects never change.
Still as stars there is no doubt, my passion knows no range.
Pretty yet trite words; ho-hum. Again I use life/knife. Thanks for reading.