In the depths of my soul, There are two separate halves, Forcibly colliding and blending Into a jumbled, crumbling mess
Tag: Two
The Last of Us, Together
Through seasons present and past, I walk on, gripping your hand The two of us, Surviving together
Into Me from You
The darkness that bleeds into me from you, It pollutes my soul like coal black ink dissolving into water We become two halves of the same twisted whole