He wouldn't think twice on killing you,
He's scar'd bright red and your bright blue.
His bed is made, yours is too.
But his is bloody, and yours is new.

You do the world good, he does it bad.
But deep inside you both are sad.
You both grew up without a dad, a mom as well.
You kept it inside, while he became mad.

His Red eyes, your black eyes. You are both the same.
Yet sometimes his doings put you to blame.

Jam and strawberries, almost alike.
Yet one looks like blood and the other is nice.

You both are disguise very well.
A letter for each of you so everyone can tell.
Who you are and what you do.
Last Brains, is what they refer to y'all .


And when both of you died things were completed.
Last was a "well done" but Brain was defeated .



Can anyone guess what I explained in that poem??? Lol!

Thank you for your time.
~S.L.S~