Shades of Janus

Sorrow and rage

Two edges of the same blade

Two warheads of the same bomb

Two faces of the same afflicted beast

One would implode at first

Explode at second

They walk hand in hand, limp

Diseased

A sycophantic symbiosis

Circular motions, the parasites

Each feed off the other

Rounded labyrinth

The path of idiots, of every man

Faces of Janus attempting to stare each other down

Shame projected

Shame accepted

Each one steeped in the colours of their trades

Each one

Signifying nothing.