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What be this madness that has crept inside my mind

A vision of perfections left faltered by sands of time



Reality must take heed lest the visions become real

An imaginary world that only seeks my soul to steal



Temptations unbeknownst even unto those lain strong

Hidden in the shadows sung through ethereal songs



An ultimate truth attained only through retribution

It's a split-fire when it should have been a fusion



Split-fire darkens my way creating endless paths

Split-fire sheaths the pain with visions of the past



Like burning gates toppled with my darkest fears

My eyes could see escape if not blinded by the tears



Attempting to hold on yet always pressing forward

Ignoring pain in blood and so my rhymes become my sword



If left unchecked the chaos will devour away hope

Bowing allegiance to a daemon whom I long since bestowed



And so the madness eats at me leaving less each day

I'm left to the split-fire it never seems to go away



Split-fire is this madness a union damned to be

Split-fire run your course so the dawn I may see



Shadows of a broken past shattered in glass and blood

Images I wouldn't see before but now I think I should



Soft gentle hands brushing warmly cross my brow

My own hand my own face yet I feel two of me now



Has this madness so strong taken me whole to it

Or is this union necessary for the madness to exist



So it is that a prisoner of my own disease I become

Against split-fire all thought of hope becomes none



Split-fire holds the key to unlock the depths of here

Split-fire marks the doors and ever approaches near