Black and white
Wet and dry
The opposites co existing
Within your shell
Have created a living hell
Customized to fit your very being
A walking contrast
Of which there is no fleeing
If conflict took a face
It’s icy eyes would be blue like yours
And runny
Staring daggers through a haze of whatever made you able to survive the pain
Of being split in two
The epic battle of Good and bad exploding inside you
How can a desert and an ocean both be within the vast expanse of your soul ?
