Two by Two

A whiskey dream and a beggar's wish,
a squatter's lover and the gravity of time,
a day of stone and a moratorium of the I,
my life is over before it began.

A lord of squalor and a prince of history,
a tome of whispers and a clutch of black,
a scent of paranoia and a eulogy for Them,
my first is also my last.

An earth tone murder and a timeless fall,
a counterfeit corpse and a wailing door,
a winter of snakes and a window of You,
my face is just a silver brick.

A reluctant stare and a cold morning in Hell,
a swagger that commits and a fist that shares,
a codified ambivalence and a hierarchical caste of We,
my luminosity will destroy this world.