Never ending Question

There comes a time when all we can do is question

Yes and no becomes more elaborate

And the line between black and white fades

It envelopes in upon itself almost shattering

Right and wrong are no more

Or is it not black and white, but yet heart and mind?

Your pulse quickens but your thoughts stand still

The sweat pours from your soul

But still you do not know?

Is it deep within my subconscious?

Or are the chambers to my heart open and ready to bleed?

Is it selfish, or is it perhaps just me?

Words flow like razor blades up

But stand still serrated in my throat

For love is the never ending question