Schism

Mob of chaos
                           out for blood
                   like a pack of wolves.

                         Out for control
                             of my soul.

                          I try to outlast
                    the deep dark secret;

there's someone else
                          lost inside me.

                        Multiple choice.
                      Which one is me?
                                A, B, C,
                    or all of the above?

                      Can you help me?
                     ...help me find me?

                         I have a bruise.
                            I didn't fall.

                        The light was on
                              in the hall.

             The pictures are rearranged
                             on my wall.

                     Through a cracked mirror
                           someone else
                       stares back at me.

                                    Shit!
                          I'm possessed.

                         I hear laughing
                             when I cry.

                          I tell the truth.
                       He tells more lies.

                       She's in my veins
                       she loves the rain
                      she loves to tell me
                       how I'm insane...

                  I'm sent to this corner
                             of the mind
                         while they party
                      in the living room.

I'm never invited.

                        I need precision,
                            an exorcism,
                            delete them
                        from my mind...