I slip between the crevasse that parts my mind.
Its an equal split from sanity to the obscene.
I am trapped in the middle, clinching on as the
precipice on either side begins to crumble.
If I slip, I do not know what darkness awaits me below.
I may even fall through to a place of pure white snow.
Yet I hang on tight, hoping for a tall breeze to lift me out.

I am the sword that splits the world in twain.
I am the shield upon which pain breaks.
I am the storm that rages in your heart.
I am the rain that patters softly across your cheeks.
I am the cheerful madman waltzing down your street.

His gaze veiled in a layer of clouds, he looks down upon us with such contempt
A perfect being, driven by such flawed emotions
A jovial comic, or an angry father
A split-personality sadist with a hell of a sense of humor

We gathered any words that he might have said
And transcribed them into our own human jumble
Every syllable uttered, down to a trace of a sigh
Molded to yield to our instincts
Dominance and glory, all in the name of “love”

His favorite son walks on water, did you know?
But the naughty children have a special place to go
If they dare disobey their strict father

It’s in every breath within us, shining in every ray of light
The human will to be, spawned from hands not our own?
It pillages towns, and takes innocent lives
Of those who chose against
The word of the “wise”

It sews our eyes shut from the ugly world of enlightenment
And guides the sheep away from the forbidden trail
The heathens reside on the other side of the river
And only the sinners dare to build a boat

There is love and there is hate
And there is pleasure and there is pain.
I'am driven by both.
Both the axe doing the chopping and the tree doing the growing.
A split personality.
A lover, not a fighter but a fighter for love.
Alone in a world full of others feeling alone too.
When will all these contradictions come to a compromise?
The day you realize you can't control everything in life but you can pick and choose what has more control over you.

I can't stand you.
The way you **** me slowly and don't even care.
The way you're a total **** but to others an angel.
The way you try so hard to save everyone that you can from pain, but forget about me.

What am I to you?Just family?
What does family even mean to you?
I think your definition is askew.
You scream and yell and cry till you're dry,
then retreat to your room and afterward you're alright.
You hug and laugh and try to be nice,
but I can't stand the split personality every night.

I love you.
I swear that its true,
but I don't want you saying it back
...unless its true for you too.
For some
family may just be unbearable and there,
but that's not what we are
because I honestly care.

Don't exile me
and kick me out of your walls.
Let me in.
No trickery, no deceit.
Just let me in so I can help you defend,
I know how much it hurts to always pretend.
I'm here when you decide you want me around,
all you have to do is put your walls down.