You and I are white and black.
Sure they look good but chemistry they lack.
Cold and hot.
Pink and blue.
In a storm we are caught.
Different through and through.
The rain pelts on our bare skin.
We fall.
Shattering, our remains scattered.
Now no one can hear our call.
Destroyed, not that we ever mattered.
All our faith to each other, gone.
Cursed, our hearts now tattered.
Thank you to those feelings, wretched spawn.
The infants of our differences and flaws.
Ripping us to shreds with their infectious claws.
We have failed.
Our souls paying the price.
The demon promised our insides to be mailed.
Already invaded with bloodthirsty lice.
Pushed and tested.
Was our strength to each other, loyalty.
In the end our bodies, undeniably infested.
Showing us how different, how we are not royalty.