A schism appears
My identity fragments, leaving glimpses
In its wake of who I could've been and might yet be
A mirror's gleaming insight through the grey
I see a Siren in my dreams
She sings to me, her voice angelic
She brings to me glimpses of perfection
A previous life, idealised lies?
It's all the same to me.
And when all is said and done
Her voice still echoes in my ears
A ringing sound I cannot bury
Yet I feel torn by her ever present guiding hands
Do I reject this world and substitute my hatred for her love?
This schism it heals
A unification is at hand
I yearn for transcendence
She shows me to the door but still I lack the key
She haunts my dreams
Her voice is clear, so clear
Why won't she answer my my pleas?
Her voice is clear, so clear
She tells me stories
She tells me tales
She sings me songs of love,
and songs of loss
She draws me to the water
And I wade in
Content to let the ocean
Take me where it will
I gaze upon her spirit
I see a face
It took all this time to realise
the face is me
You look so familiar x4
