"not everyone is perfect
in the darkness"

she spoke in hollowed tones
and laughed an empty laugh
showing blood red lips and
stark white teeth
bared to show her empathy
for the world

(and yet you are apathetic
to all causes
used to save lonely souls

"not everyone is perfect
in the light"

he countered in stoic tones
smirking instead of laughing
(beneath him, laughing was)
showing thin pink lips and
engorged canines
bared to show his anger
for the world

(and yet you find it somewhere
in you heart
to save a few lonely souls

and together they whispered
at each other
in less than loving tones

"i do"

(and the both of you disintegrated
before the world's eyes
an oxymoron of apathetic fears