Hewn at the stems
The red, red blossoms shriek:
Succumbed by mortal pain.
We destroy all that we Love.
We cannot but help it;
Like scorpions, it is in our nature.
We also carry the burden of loyal sacrifice and
The love of Truth.
Mr. Jekyl and Dr. Hyde
The two versions of the same coin
Flipped and suspended in the mid-air moment
Is it me or is it the world that remains thus divided?