A Mutually Self-Destructive Alliance

We could be perfect one last night
And die like starcrossed lovers when we fight
And we could settle this affair
If you would shed your yellow
Take my hand and then we’ll solve
The mystery of laceration gravity
This riddle of revenge
Please understand that it has to be this way…

~*~

He’s a tough beast losing a war with his vainglorious demons

When he’s fucking around in the unused abandoned dormitory

His rage thirsts for agony, and his smile is a paranoid paradox

No number of free kisses will fully bury his graveyard misery

.

She’s a delicate Amazonian winning a battle for the demons

When she’s fucking around in the flat with infinite vacancies

Picking bones from her teeth, spitting gristle in snarled smile

No amount of free pleading will make her surrender so easily

.

They’re two faithed allies trading ten thousand filthy lies to save their skins

When they’re both fucking around in the empty carpark of a crumbling hotel

Smiles bared and taut, as information flows freely, trading vendetta and sins

If the belligerence goes down, they know at least they’ll both go straight to hell.

~*~

Stand! Up fucking tall
Don’t let them see your back and
Take! My fucking hand
And never be afraid again…

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