Dark, Emotions, Freestyle, Poetry, Writing

Two Halves

In the depths of my soul, There are two separate halves, Forcibly colliding and blending Into a jumbled, crumbling mess

Dark, Emotions, Freestyle, Poetry, Video Games, Writing

The Last of Us, Together

Through seasons present and past, I walk on, gripping your hand The two of us, Surviving together

Dark, Freestyle, Poetry, Writing

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