Wrapped together
Pieces of me in enamel
Embalmed in enamour

Right and left brain sampled
Pieces of me scrambled
Personalities i see in myself
Pampoured and enamoured

Trust in whats felt.
But love is hampered
In personalities i see in myself
A tragic hell pondered
A beautiful future floundered

Hold true to a certain candor
What i show in public is
prospective grandeur
A slight slander
To those who think they know what i meant.
Its really just provocative pander.
Cause im really hellbent
On destroying your grammar of self

And mine. restore my health. this world is asinine. But at least i found her. But im sounder without her.