#12 inmates' pillow talk

One heart spiked by a truth,
  filled with waves of passion,
waiting for medevac,
  the words disappeared in the,
  chasm of thoughts and feelings,
abyss is the only exit,
  every frequency of light,
  becomes more intense,
formed another congruent,
of devil and angel,
  infatuated with misery,
but it all seems balanced,
  every step feels lighter,
every image is phantasmagaric,
  it's occasional clashes,
  but always leading to harmony,
for the cause of krieg,
  to be two as one,
  living as a musical piece,

to drag us away from befuddlement.