2 halves of a Whole
What is a reflection?
if you have two?
Neon bright eyes,
eyes of the dead.
Blue sky eyes,
innocent, naive, wanting.
All this, from a stray wire.
Snow white hair,
bleached stark by electricity.
Raven black locks,
hiding my face, my eyes, my heart.
Young, but old.
Alive, but dead.
Good, but cursed,
With a hero's heart
With a hero's curse.
Why can't I save everyone?
Why can't I stop everyone?
Why do you have to hurt those I love the most?
Sam, Tucker, Jazz, Mom, Dad.
You are my world.
My balance between
bright, bright death and the anonymity of the norm.
But, then what am I, if I am not just one, but
two halves of a new whole.
-A Danny Phantom inspired poem
