Recognised, complete.

Somebody once told me, that there must always be opposites.
But why is it that we’re too scared to venture into the darkness, or even the light?
Through those dark, contrasting eyes, they see freedom.
Through those pure, blue-perfect eyes, they feel fear.

It’s always those bitter, dried up lips that are always craved by immaculacy.
Someone somewhere, destroyed those sweet moist lips of purity.
That dark, cold, hated sorcerer, neglected of lust,
Filled of betrayal, shattered all innocence to dust.

Threw himself of the cliff.
Not even his soul had the happiness to drift.
The juices of his heart weren’t a balanced mix.
Now his corpse has created his souls crucifix.
His spirit, (yes he has one) lingers, broken but rich.
Opposites, remember? Now his partner; held together by a single stitch.

At life, she’s given up trying.
Black and white she only wears.
Hearing the tearing, rip, goes the lining.
Sun, warm up her heart,
Moon guide her view;
To glide up to the gates of heaven, she enlists.
As she enters, comes that Luna eclipse.
Lovers meet and join in unity
Their lust recognised and found in complete purity.