two

Somewhere between the twisted nerves inside two different brains

A train of thoughts since their January days

Will never come to life, just obsessed with the pain

Set apart by this wall of denial, but still thinks the same

Somewhere between the twisted nerves of two different hearts

A suppressed emotion, never given the chance to start

Bottled inside, hoping it would die

And when it breaks free, again they’ll deny

It’s sad how this mutuality cannot exist in reality

We cannot talk about it therefore we hide it

And anonymously, indirectly scream of insanity

These two… and their futility