Imperfection and Beauty
Like Melody, Harmony
Paired as they ought to be
It happened so naturally
Well the past it came back to me
In blissful monotony
It was negative actually
A blatant catastrophe
In and out of an anomaly
All things or no things
The strictest dichotomy
Probably vacant philosophy
And we ask this question of you
"Do all men kill the things they do not love?"
And in your response we learn the truth
Your answer is short and concise
"Would you have a serpent sting you twice?"
Waiting and willingly we became
Routine but gently
Forgot what I had at first only seen
A sense of consistency in myself
A byproduct of mental health
Tidings caught idly and nothing else
Would you have a serpent sting you twice?