Miscellaneous

Good & Evil

Plot: A hero and a villain find themselves sharing a hospital room as they both live out their final moments together

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Room: 42,
Time: 12:42,
Night or day; it didn't make a difference,
No time of day could shorten my sentence,

I've failed myself as a hero,
And as a human being,
To stay in the same vicinity,
As someone so evil and vile,
As we both live out our final moments,
Alas; in light and dark affinity,

I may have met him once or twice,
Or maybe in a nightmare I had many moons ago,
But I've never wished to see,
Such hate in human form,
So close to me,

"It's time" he says to me,
As we both lay waiting for sleep,
For sleep is equal and available to all,
Yet I can't comprehend why,
The world has chosen his slumber,
To coincide with mine,

He's grotesque with an interest in pain,
And breathes in the sorrow of his victims,
But now the only air he breathes is mine,
And mine; his,
Truly, how must our existences be shared?

How can I expect to save all if I cannot save myself,
From the unwelcome company of death and destruction itself?

"Good and evil do not truly exist"

Sickly, he takes his time with his words,
They reverberate and echo off the sterile walls of our room,
Yet the words sound all too quiet to me,
Painfully, I observe our similarities all too soon,

If good and evil are not opposing forces,
Like night and day,
And he is not my enemy,
Then what is this force I keep at bay?

"Balance", I whisper,
Equality pulls us together and pulls us apart,
It divides and unifies at once,
But if balance is what brings us to our graves,
Then balance isn't equal at all,

"Morality is nonexistent"

He looks at the world outside our window as if were morphing into infinite fields,
A peaceful look; one of contentment appears,
And finally,
As if the mirror between us surfaced,
I understood,

No matter the path,
The destination is always the same,
And the sun cannot shine,
Without the moon's glow,
Reminding it why the world deserves another day of light,

And we love each other like the sun loves the moon,
Yet like an eclipse, we compete for totality;
The forbidden truce,

His lines turn flat and I feel something shift in my heart,
Was it a revelation or a sign of the end?
I cannot tell,
But the drowsiness starts to dwell...

He is me,
And I am him,
In a different timeline far away,
Where everything is nothing,
And the truth is the same as a lie,

In my final moments,
I saw more colors than a prism could ever hold.