Crossing the lane

Ice and fire,

Playing along,

The friendship was for a few minutes,

Crossing the lane of obsession,

True identities came to existence,

Their saga is to be written,

With the blood of families,

The innocence took a painful death,

With every sunrise,

There is no enemy outside of them,

Hatred is the weapon used,

To make them insomniac,

As the sun reached the west,

People are only hoping for a Zombie apocalypse.