Lost and forgotten like Colony Drones

Once in awhile ONE soul breaks clear

by recognizing a reflection in some other soul's mirror.
But, two together with tortured pasts,

have doom on their doorsteps, the dye is CAST!
Not much good can come of this....

they double the pain to equal one BLISS!
One bliss for two is NOT enough.

And, always, a breakup becomes too rough.
So, back again to Torture's Lament

both will retreat a little more BENT.
Bent on forgetting what all that was for?

Trying to survive ALONE once more.
The Past Is Gone...The Future's Unclear

but, PRESENT life is hardest to steer.
Confusion... the catalyst that tears Souls apart

and directions TOO numerous to know where to start.....
or, where to END!!