cut open.

i heard them talk of the creature cut half by the jaundiced forces,
and what left of it,
the pretty contours,
now reduced to absymal grotesqueness,
for though the twins live,
serparately,
and the symbiosis works no more,
i heard them extol of its glory then,
and pity the wretched halves now,

my faith lies not in them though,
but in the agony that pains the two,
they talk of the tyrst,
i see it happen.
it was always meant to be,
even by the forces that did them away once.