A tale of two men, the same beating heart.
By looking alone you couldn't tell us apart.
We have the same style, same look, same face.
We even wear the same clothes and are from the same place.
We both hate the truth even more than our lies.
We also hate the emptiness that fills our hollow eyes.
A secret void lies within in our shared soul,
For we are strangers to you, incomplete, not made whole.
We are just one man. That is plain to see.
But we live two separate lives, we have two identities.
The first one is light. The first is pure and good.
But it's only at the surface, underneath lies the veil and hood.
You see, to have one, you must have the other.
A Yin and a yang, equal and opposite one another.
The second one is dark, buried deep within the mud.
The second one is me. My bones, my flesh, my blood.