Comfort of the Anguish

I found you. I spent my time wandering an abyss, a war-torn field of black and white, until there were two, I asked you to desist, I pleaded for the end of a fight. If I broke my guard, maybe you would see me, at last I poured my sorrow into your soul, I was the fool and you the bard. We finally came to agree, there cannot be a part without a whole. We found one another, yet now we are apart. A plague stricken arrow in my heart. (In times like these)