3am, the green outshines the black,
blinding like the gates of heaven,
they turn and send me home,
I have no home, this is hell,
a limbo of accusations and punishments,
sleep is for the successors,
You havent done your job,
...-yet,

Maybe they could find my purpose,
Hell, if I had asked for help,
He never does,
She's right,
could be a weakness,
a virus that keeps him from his full potential,
draining him of his energy,
My energy,

two in the same,
act as one,
Fight for one reason,
That reason was taken away a long time ago,
One half is left looking for something new to fight for,
while the other half struggles to fight for what's left,
Nothing's left,
A momento,

Yet he still won't die,
He still fights with the same fire,
he's burning me out,
I can't let this happen,
He can't let it be,
We won't give up easy,
We've proven it many times before,
Different situations,
same outcome,

Never back down,
The rewards come,
only to never quench my thirst,
for a bigger prize,
To outdo both of our strengths and weaknesses,
Just to prove to myself,
That i'm more capable than what they tell me,
They don't know me,

I guess no one truely does,
Giving honesty only to receive mistrust,
Being open's what made me weak,
Like the floodgates of a dam,
Overflowed with self-hatred,
Pity,
Disappointment,
In both of me,

One despises the other for showing weakness,
The other despises him for taking over,
For lashing out on the innocent,
Thirsting for blood of those undeserving,
Unmedicated we stand,
Ready to take the fall from further persecution,
Defending the only thing we have left...
...My Pride.