i can see him
he can see me

mirrored differences
spark a rage

his red insignia
and my blue badge
can never be side by side

i take a moment
to sneak a glance
at his grimy face

i wonder if mine is as
horribly ugly
as i stare in the colourless river

his gaze lands on countless
invisible scars
burnt and marred
by other gazes

he plans to leave his mark

so do i

i know him
yet i dont

i can trace the straight line
of death
as my bullet
reaches
and grasps his heart
within its warm
and cold fingers

i think he knows too

too different to ever be the same