Confusion. 

A part of me has begun to irrevocably split
The image in the mirror just refuses to sit 

Masks are created to hide the ghosts of the night
Casks are filled with the blood dripping out of fright 

The stranger in me is fighting to take control
The danger is all around me as I obliviously stroll 

There are marks of death that bind me in a delusion
Is that I or Me, I am drowned in a mass of confusion

January 1997 - Amitabh Iyer