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.