When I Became the Between

Mmmmmm. They say I go alone. There was no mercy but clear

direction. People talk about love and angels while I'm crying under his guidance.

Silence, words creates boxes. Step back before it carries you away.

Stop talking, stop running, stop reacting. Oh, absolutely no

mercy. He came back with me. From the light we

become one. Woo hoo, woo hoo. When I left half of myself,

when I became the between. Woo hoo, woo hoo.

You know what I mean? Hey! I told him, "No,