Black Distinguishment

© Steve Gray 2026

I force your hand, I push your buttons, I hold you true to the extent that I can.

Abrupt, I am, I can also be the opposite.

Your black manner stops your harmonious piano from being all it can be, prove me wrong.

Your gestures, you assault me with harsh words and approaches I do not like.

Here we hold not true to our intent, but to our physical places of being, then the pain starts, your hit countered by mine. There is blood, there is shock. There is no stopping it.

A killer intent that is sullied by pushing, punches and distinct pressure. The words that bleed into the situation are cruel, heartless and even if whispered, hurt beyond measure. Crude, rude, unrefined.

My faith is dismissed, and the way things are evolving, I solidly discount yours as well. I have no reason to follow you blindly, a sore loser in a game that has no end, nor a beginning if I think about it.

Abrupt, I am, I can also be the opposite.

Your black manner stops your harmonious piano from being all it can be, prove me wrong.

Your gestures, you assault me with harsh words and approaches I do not like.

Here we hold not true to our intent, but to our physical places of being, then the pain starts, your hit countered by mine. There is blood, there is shock. There is no stopping it.

A killer intent that is sullied by pushing, punches and distinct pressure. The words that bleed into the situation are cruel, heartless and even if whispered, hurt beyond measure. Crude, rude, unrefined.

My faith is dismissed, and the way things are evolving, I solidly discount yours as well. I have no reason to follow you blindly, a sore loser in a game that has no end, nor a beginning if I think about it.