Two souls
Have unfortunately met
and chained each other down.
They bicker and hate
Though they spend the most time with each other, and they fix the writing in the margins of paper
One is claimed to be insane
They hold dearly their ideal world
Something filled with discord
But it is a good world
A just world
A red one
The other is one from the heavens
With emeralds for eyes
And a tongue filled with lies
But they've changed
Released themselves from petty goals
That led them quickly down the path of destruction
Now
These two are parallels
But they intersect once they've realized
That nothing mattered in the first place
And everything was for nothing as one bleeds out on the plane of reality
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Ideals In A Small World
PoetryA collection of poetry, short stories, and any ideas that must be shared within the closeted shelter of a second home.
