Two people.
Same things.
Such different meanings.

A man walks into a room,
Taking a seat at his chair,
As a woman walks in to another
And sits down on a bed.

He is in a prison.
She, in a hospital.
He has killed.
She bears life.

As his family comes to watch
Hers pile in to the room.
They strap him to the chairs,
They strap her to the mattres.

I.V. in his arm.
I.V. in hers.
And as he screams,
She wails,
Both in agony.

So similar.
So different.

Beginnings
And Endings

Life and Death.

Hand in Hand.

Forever.