A schism appears My identity fragments, leaving glimpses In its wake of who I could've been and might yet be A mirror's gleaming insight through the grey
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 unification is at hand I yearn for transcendence She shows me to the door but still I lack the key
She haunts my dreams Her voice is clear, so clear Why won't she answer my my pleas? Her voice is clear, so clear
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 the face is me