Pin-point accuracy, yet all tangled in this web

And lost memories eroded into fossils

Left for us to search for them; piece ‘em together

So come with me, and let’s walk through purgatory together.

 

 

How do you start,

With a story so deranged,

So twisted,

With the angles an entire labyrinth itself. 

 

A stillborn buried under the moon,

You start with that.

Because a mother’s descent into darkness 

Led to the other two’s hearts to stop as well

 

Rain came, and then I

A body, but who’s is it? 

Perhaps both. 

Perhaps a siamesed soul.

 

And thus, it began,

With the children unaware,

And the ribbons used as blindfolds

Meanwhile, glass and, well, more glass, fought the good fight

 

A blade passed a palm, and blood dried in the attic

A cigarette held a family, and plates pushed them apart

Blood against blood

And their offspring got to watch

A house of family

Now a territory of ground zero

Where the explosion originated

And how the radiation still spreads even now

 

How did the bomb go off? 

The siamese. 

The other half. 

The prince of purgatory.

 

He was there, he was always that

When the beast was beaten with a bat

When the senior was tied like a wild bobcat

When we first encountered close-encounter combat

 

Days was my chance

Nights was his

Humility is my assurance

Bluntness is his.

 

Hold on to them,

Or they will hold on to you.

You cannot chain jeopardy.

Extraterrestrial; existential since larvae.

 

The field of hawk moths. 

Held the misery of tens.

Summer king, a conqueror. 

Of simple minds.

 

“I didn’t do that!” said a faun.

She weaved a masterpiece for a weapon of mass destruction.

The web of insanity.

With walls sixty metres high. 

 

Then, the siamese became terrified.

Fighting with tooth and nail.

Only to be left, torn.

All within a night. 

 

Floating carcass, rotten heart.

His skulls could be seen through the torn flesh.

Teeth like a beast.

And that’s what the lone sailor saw.

 

And it might seem crazy,

But he kept the siamese.

Too special of a specimen.

He isn’t completed, ya know?

 

So, the siamese, kept in a basement,

While sleeping under a red waterfall, one day,

His moment will come.

With boiling water and an extinction event. 

 

Don’t look at me that way. 

You’re only halfway past. 

You’re gonna be okay.

That dooming feeling won’t last.

 

Now stop and take a deep breath.

If you listen carefully, you can hear the old vintage radio.

Begging if you can understand him.

But if you respond, he’ll overpower you.

 

Phasing through you,

like a cloud of smoke.

And from the outside,

You can see the hijacking through the eyes. 

 

Just like that, the optimum vision with you.

You can get through the rest of this maze.

You can see everything clearly.

Like crystal glaze

 

With a life like this,

Rainbows wouldn’t exist, right?

But who knows what could happen after,

After the siamese broke his chains?