To death do they part,
So they long for that day.
Though not together in death do these siblings lay.

Toxic union.
Wrapped, and tied by torment sworn.
Screams, shouts, and whispers forlorn.
United in the wickedness of pleasure and pain.

Unrequited negative emotion sewn by forbidden sin.
No order, no function, no love within.
Heart broken, bleed, heal, and bleed again.
Revel in the suffering of her by him.
The hands are stained.
The soul is chained.

Madness manifested into the two, and grows.
Twisting, turning, churning, warping into a grotesque being.
This sick summary of sadist pride,
Speaks nothing of whole story, long in age and time.

To death do they part,
So they long for that day.
Though not together in death do these siblings lay.
Breaking the bondage of souls intertwined, both cursed and fused,
Their severance insistently, and stubbornly refused.
To death do they part, that never day…

—Inspired by Shannon and Arianna