heh

Throughout a journey,
Where all of colours break,
Upon that place on a mirror,
Where no shadows dance;
Therein lies concealed our fate,
Torn apart between our love and hate.
As our hands yearn to sway
This rue of leaning left, leaning right
And as our hearts believe
That we drink of life's spring;
That sudden straw, so relentless
Left ourselves sole, to mercy
Of nothingness.