This is where we meet.
This is the place where we find ourselves,
Staring at each other face to face.
This is the place where we collide
In ways we never have before.
Scattered are the bones that we've broken.
Littered are the hearts we've left open.
And somewhere in the chaos that we've made,
We've become it.
Here lies our fate.
May it rest in peace
Though peace is not what we have between us,
But rather we have war.
There is a war inside all of us
And somehow, some way, for some reason,
Our wars have been ripped out of our bodies
And left to lay waste as one right between us.
I am sorry for the pain my war has caused.
I regret letting you get so close to it.
I know that it takes two, but oh!
I can't help but take the blame for myself.
Like all wars, eventually the fighting has to stop.
Eventually one side or the other or both
Grow tired, and the war cannot be sustained.
Ours is no exception; we never were.
So this,
This is where we meet our end.
