Twin Conflagration

 Mute conveyance

In abeyance 

Room feels less like home than séance

Air sliced up

By knives abloom

Sharp'ning funereal gloom

Thrust parry dodge

Try make a move

What do these motions even prove

Words exploding

Worlds imploding

Launch all of the pain we're holding

Can't take back

Such an attack

Carve holes revealing what we lack

An empty core

A hollow soul

Cry mercy as we curl and fold

All must lose

If no one wins

In self harming of the flame twins

Yet still when all

Is said and done

Nobody else

The only ones