My counterpart.
I’m unable to convert you,
no more.
We are down to the core now,
crumbled yet compressed.
We find
our contradictions.
I commend
your compulsed
effort,
and conceive
caused
compassion.
Feeling the chill
while
I cleanse myself,
waiting for the
final confession.
I consider
the context now.
Carefully.
Can you please,
please,
do the same?
Cause..
I’m sorry
but I cant condone,
nor conquer,
my consciousness
anymore.