Two Of a Kind

Two of a kind
As my visions drown
The inert suffocates
As pairs of everything lie still

Those that once gazed
Remain locked with its key vanished
Images preserved under the deep emerald sea
Those worn out brushes which once painted so gracefully
Now there isn’t a canvas that will allow its dancing
Those two caves which life and death crawl out of
Only shivering chills creeps through the crack
The pair of once pink roses
Now shiver into dark purple ravens
Ravens with impaired wings whom cannot even consume for its life
For I stare and worry for its offspring

Those oaths meant to be splintered
Now hang on the threads of a reaper
Giving a charming wink through its empty sockets
As it staggers along the darkness

Have thou cheated with death
Like I have cheated with life

I am a pair
In my own despair