O Faithless Pride

Painting a picture of beauty,
of hope, of wicked desire,
of wanton lust,
of duality fulfilled.
My other, twin of my nature,
keeper of my soul,
if such even exists.
Promises whispered of
truth and understanding.
And we, travellers both,
searching for knowledge,
for purpose,
insatiable,
unslakeable.
And 'tis a constant existing
restless and on sanity's edge.
Maniacal laughter bursts forth
from the bowels of hell
at the core of my soul.
This world knows us not,
welcomes us not.
Other worlds dare not.
And so we wander,
alone.
Our pride standing fast,
shadowing our destiny,
preventing our happiness.