This Is Meaning Poem by Nicholas Neato

We used to be friends
Now we're all just fiends
Exploding on the insides
Splitting at our seems
It never seems to go away
But it never seems to be
This light, this tunnel
It's more then I've ever seen
I should have been more leary
When I knew we couldn't be clean
I could've stopped this long ago
I could've snuffed that gleam

You've six faces
I've got two
The Lion, the Wolf
One to love, one to rule

I'll carry on
Oh, carry on so far
I'll walk tell these legs go limp
Carrying the world in these arms