Two Halves of the Same

An eye for an eye, A whimper, a cry. Two halves of the same At war- What a shame. The wounds of one, A mirror of the other. The thread of one, Tied to its brother. The wounded wound, The broken break, The one you trust the most Turns out to be a snake. The two know it's wrong, to scorn and to fight. Yet each passing glance is still filled with spite. Hurting each other only hurts themselves, Yet no one can save them from their own personal hells.