A schism appears My identity fragments, leaving glimpses In its wake of who I could've been and might yet be Through the grey I see myself illuminate 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 state of unity approaches I yearn for transcendence She shows me the door but I lack the key 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 This face is mine