My mind is dark,
my clothes are too,
evil thoughts mark,
my mind a dark blue.
You dress yourself in pinks,
my attire is all black,
'he's weird,' you think,
for covering his tracks.
I carry a gun in my coat,
but you have a lipstick in your purse,
"why?" I quote,
"do you have to be reverse?"
You say the sky is blue,
but I think it is black,
two very different hues,
my mind can not rack.
Blood stains my hands,
as it drips from my knife,
vile describes my plan,
to take someone's life.
A smile adorns your face,
as you question your current patient,
loving the exact place,
you are in that current moment.
And you stand beside me now,
questioning my words,
and why I made a vow,
to not take this forward.
Two entirely different universes,
do not possess the same hem,
we are entirely in reverse,
I take lives; and you save them.
And although it is hard to string words that describe the situation well,
my darling;
you are heaven and I am hell.
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written with my friend's inspiration
