Bucket And A Hole
Bucket And A Hole
The unwanted boys,
Pushing to the new extremes,
Name of one is a bucket,
The other one, being hole, knew no limits
They were born only to misguide,
Only to torture,
Only to unnerve,
Making spirits feel uneasy
They knew no limits, they were new extremes.
Someone pet them, unknowingly or knowingly
Didn't know they would turn him this insane
Didn't know they would punch him this hard
Didn't know death would look easy in front of these guys
The Bucket would not stop filling itself,
Even if it overflows
Since it was little, it kept doing the same
Filling itself, making it heavy, making it hard to carry
But now it's grown, but still full to the brim
Heavier than before, making it impossible to carry along
Tried everything to empty the bucket, even touched success once or twice,
but it just won't remain blank
Sigh in relief only to see it's empty, break in distress only to see it fill to the brim again
The bucket becomes a nuisance sooner than later,
Now it's a parasite to the someone, that someone's life being the host
The Hole was another story,
It came with the bucket, but no one noticed
Some thought it was a void,
Tried all sorts to close it,
The hole with this big appetite engulfed everything, it was fed
This was something, someone should never pet
It would even eat the mortal soul, if it could,
This hole was small, but now it's broad, big & bold.
The man who pets them had no other choice,
Now he is carrying something too heavy,
Along with his hole, who could eat his Chevy
They are ironic, they complement each other
The man thinks whether he could possibly feed one to the other
The never emptying bucket inside a never filling hole would seem a solution,
Only to hear them whisper, they would rather kill the master, who pet them all along.