Twinsoul

two-fold puppets stand in linesentient gnomes with forfeit livesripped away from illusions of choicepitch-forked demons with a muted voiceit is the moment of truthnow that my soul is dividedspitting on my wounds to try and feedmy crimson beast with shards of lightit's like chasing the patterns of the blue waterfallwhen all of your dreams should be painted redservitor, monochromatic racetwo times blessed and two times cursedliving the details of someone's dreamtwo times dead and two times trickedborn again with both parts sickfaith, to divide the systems of godto dismantle his three-folded caseembrace both darkness and lightnature and wisdom alikekeep on, stand up and struggleshatter the shadowsthoughts die insideneuron feelingsorgasmic psychotronI am happyI am sadI am witheredchained behindbathed in darknesschoked on lightfar from heavenhell inside