Half heartedly fighting me
Weakly struggling are the two halves I see
The one that speaks through my mind
The other who's pale hands are tied
The arguments are growing weak
Some new deathly venom do they seek
Only one side of it do I sense
The other is lost beyond the fence
Jeering from shadows in my head
I seek solace dreaming in soft bed
Vauge addiction clings to me
Throwing down desperate ebbings is the key
To the saftey my wakeing mind knows
But which thoughts are real and which are pose?
I wish I had some answers real
I wish I had a new feeling to feel
I'm afraid of what anything could mean
But a damnable spark of hope will gleam
At the next sign of trouble
I pray new resolve prevents a muddle