Two hearts, coming from the same solemn road, the same personal hell left in sorrow for different reasons.
Similar pain inflicted they both sob of loss, regret, loathing for themselves. A defeated wish to be better only one can pursue.
The other long gone, the weak pondering soul conquered by ones own thought, another rest of eternal days.
The difference? Passion against Emptiness. A hollow mind that once bloomed with brilliant shades of the most endearing colors, left to ashes. Put against a mind still blooming.
Two masses of empty skin and bone. Only one outcome.
A goal achieved. Or all goals lost.
