Two disturbed souls,
Brought together by the pains in there life,
An unholy match created in the deepest depths of hell,
They alone will destroy the paths of love and passion,
Just for the treasury of their embrace,
And when worst comes to worst,
They know they can make it,
For they have been to hell and back,
And they urge for the compassion of one another,
The world watches over every step they choose,
Hoping for the end of what they have began,
But they care not of what others think,
For as long as they have each other,
Nothing will destroy the bonds they share in disappointment,
The comfort of meeting someone as corrupt as each other bonds them,
The reality of love in their lives keeps them together,
The duo of darkness past is the creator of hope and joy.
Tearing down the barriers that others lay before them,
The world tries to separate them,
But all is in vain,
For they take pride in the torture they endure,
Content in one anothers perfect imperfections
