Steady drumming of my heart,
Soft humming of my mind,
Liquid dancing of my thoughts.

“Do I ever have silence?” echoes her question,
Answering ripples expanding in her head.
Her mind palpable emptiness,
Her thoughts dank lifelessness.

Her heart still beats though!
My heart beats too!
Hers through silent icy walls,
Mine through rambunctious molten din.

What most do not realize is that we are one in the same,
She is my ice and I am her flame.
Through bad and good we use fire and ice,
creating pure streams or crisply cool clean water.

Come, have a drink!
We'll only bite if you ask!
We contradict ourself,
Reflecting into our flesh.
That is fine for me,
And it is fine for me too.

Feeling: Melty
Hearing: Something with notes

We march in night,
Dark cloaking the realm,
Only noise is the beat of war.

Rat-a-tat-tat!
The machineguns of war? Snares,
Keeping our pace and matching theirs,
Tearing through them with deadly ease.

Click, kachank, boom!
The mortars of war? Bass,
Eating their ranks with deadly fire,
Charred bodies and limbs littering the blasted ground.

Clank we go,
Buzzing with automatic weapons.

Hiss we go,
Chugging along in heavily armored vehicles.

Zip,
Zoom,
Bang,
Crash.

The sounds of our war are not sounds,
They are words that resound and cut,
Slice your mind with blaring accuracy,
Causing visions of a story as they seep into your grey matter.

Who says we must fight peacefully?
Fight with noise,
Fight with power,
Fight with the hissing clatter of gas-venting weaponry.

We use heavy arms but our arms are not heavy,
For my trigger is the click of a pen.

Feeling: Wiggly
Hearing: The ones that make the noise

He says yes,
I say no.
He asks why,
Here we go.

I dance to the tune of destruction,
Spinning 'cross the floor.
I dance to the tune of depression,
And when I'm done I want no more.

He pushes,
I scream.
We clash,
Soul screams.

Why must I fight with myself?
Why must I not dream?
Why must I dance with myself?
Why can I not scream?

Feel the burn,
Feel the fire,
Feel the taint of sickly hot desire.

Desire to live,
Desire to fly,
Desire to crash,
Desire to die.

It all conflicts,
It all clashes and melts,
It all exists,
It's all one large hell.

Do you want to take a walk in my shoes?
I doubt you do,
Each side comes in twos.

Duplicity is my nature
It is my friend,
And when I am done,
It will be at an end.

A sweet, blissful thing that end will be.
The end I cannot touch but can always see.

What I know but you do not,
Is that he is outside of me,
But we are one in the same.

He is the dark,
She is the light.
She is me,
And he I do fight.

Bring me my sword and polish my armor,
For tonight I do battle with my beast.

Feeling: Crying dry tears? Oh so emo.
Hearing: A symphony of car alarms and fireworks set off at 2

Watch it dance,
Watch it sway,
Hope the embers char away,
The hard-etched walls,
Of the cavernous halls,
That make up the fortress of my mind.

Burn it to ash,
Burn it to dust.

Scatter it on the winds of time,
As evening turns to dusk.

Burning light,
Light so bright,
Brighten the night,
The night we fight.

Feel midnight slip past,
Brushing against you in the grass,
Oily taint leaves you aghast.

Soft grey gunmetal,
Towering in the sky,
While oily taint lurks beneath,
As evil's own spy.

Feel the glow of dawn approach,
As your troops you coach,
To claim the territory upon which you encroach.

Poach the life,
Light the fire,
Feel the warmth of desire.

Burning,
Flickering,
Dancing flame.

War at the drop of a hat,
Blood comes drop by drop,
Flowing into a river,
A force you cannot stop.

Feel the anguish,
Feel the pain,
But when all is said and done,
Who is to blame?

Feeling: Creatively bitchy
Hearing: Silence. It's golden.