too much of anything can disturb your inner balance,
acidifying your stomach lining and destroying you from the inside out-
control what you put in your mind and contain it
so that your heart will not have an overload or an overflow-
every single cause of death is the end of homeostasis.

No, my Darling
I shan't ever hate you
for being led astray

Yes, pure beauty
I forgive what you do
when I have gone away

No, my honey
I still find you lovely
at your Siren's ending note

Yes, sweet baby
I know parts of you heavenly
this isn't what you wish I wrote



Dear,
            former lover
I did never love you
Tis why the pain's so soft
It was never much a cost

I am the sea
Make for me
Rivers in the sand

Flood the world
And come back to me
I am the sea
And the tide is me
And the sun swims softly in

I can reach
And you'll be there
And I'll pull the world in

I am the sea
Make for me
Rivers in  the sand

His touch haunted her,
Guarded as her heart was, she couldn’t afford
To connect,
To attract,
To enter into any state of delicate but zealous longing
Instinctively she knew
Any feeling would be misleading;
Splendid sensual snow melting into liquid lies,
Her heart disarmed, sinking into that gusty sea
Of spoiled desire
A barbarous distance between craven obedience
And the grandiosely brilliant beam she used to embody
An emotional war as tangible as a robust ruin
Worn down by stormy weather, unable to shelter
Her blue-eyed innocence
Recondite or unexpected it never was,
The effect of his shaggy possessive smile
And giddying twisted promises
Drawing out her hurt and suffering,
Disguised as a youthful fluttering
Of nonchalant excitement
A deceitfully draining destruction lurking
In his fondling fingertips,
His smiling dimples,
His laughing wrinkles
Yet thoughtfully she took the plunge
Into a wilderness she couldn’t afford
To miss out on

I'm caving in.
I knew this would happen.
I am a tornado
of the fall leaves  
Of love
Of hopelessness
I'm paper mâché
A piñata, holding nothing.
It's starting to rain.
How am I going to make it?
I can't pretend I'm not alone anymore.

You’re a hypnotic nightmare; you’re a broken dream
A superficial fracture of an unwanted scheme
You’re a psychogenic hallucination; a schizophrenic mutation
Of a mind that’s disturbed by its own abomination
When do you end and the other begins?
Or does the other begin when you end?
Questions that haunt an ever waking man
Are you the distant voice, or is your voice the one that’s heard
When was it that you wanted your roles to reverse?
Is it a disease that spreads to all of humanity?
Is being two faced nowadays a necessity?
Losing one’s self has become of the norm
But when was having DID considered a way to conform
Stop trying to blend into the background of clones
Take off your masks, your wigs, and your press on nails
You can depend on your own true self when all else fails
Take off your designer clothes, designer bags and shoes
Eradicate all the things that don’t define you
For once in your life show who you really are
For once in your life
Be you.