Split separation dragged over a union of lust Panels of thoughts peel, the base of my being rusts Vaults of my values are filled with only my half-truths My finest virtues are the things I present to you I’m just sitting still, dozing on the edge of your hill I’ve got time to k**, the last rest is a slow moon rising Half of you is half of me There is a sense of tact to keep polarity Two thoughts in the crosswires of calamity Folding on the science of dichotomies Split myself in two and give the other half to you Look into the corners of sorrow to find something new Your intellect feels like velvet, my soul feels like stone Hollow out my spirit, douse my ego, bury my hope Spring into your sight, hold my flaws over half-light Colour my pitfalls white, the last rest is a slow moon rising The corral of my conscience, the partition of my principles Slips away into antipathy and now I’m miserable It clatters out of a world that was once apart of me And it turns loose into the wind A body lifeless, when eyes become stale Mother mercy screams to the sky Love will prevail It shakes me to my knees, shapes the dichotomies Ruthless or tender, my love that I send her