All is not well in this conjugal state of stalemate 
interdependence
Fragile mirror-image hanging on a knife-edge; a 
microcosmic indecency.
A new kind of metafiction, to recreate the bigger picture
Given the kiss of death before it had its chance to 
breathe
And breathe it shall.
I bear witness to the monolith of self-evident cowardice,
born and bred of infallibility, is human nature not the 
culprit?
Unanimous in our contempt of the regressive sense of 
intuitive momentum,
we abandon all common reason to adapt to being poisoned,
So we shall breathe smoke, collective in our pursuit of 
self-destruction.
Who propagates the seeds of discontent in the hearts of 
men?
For fertile soil bears no grudge against the flowering of 
beauty.
A state of equilibrium must be unearthed,
Lest the scales tip all too far and bury the diamonds in 
the rough.