The Split.

[ItsSammy]

The Split.

 

There's a split in my lip, from where? I know not ...
But it's surely slowly growing and peeling, like rot
It's on the underside of my top lip, you never would know
But it's slowly growing and peeling, I fear it will soon start to show
And I do not know why I worry so much, that this split will tear me apart
Perhaps it's because this one little split is where you look at the start ...
For I have many a split in my soul and my head, but no one can see at a glance
And I have many a split in my heart and my being, but those are not seen by chance
No, I fear this one most for it would bring attention, if anyone were to see
But those within, buried in my soul, no one ever notices but me ...
And I'm scared they will see it, this terrible thing, so gruesome and gory, aghast!
Yes, I fear they will see it, this horrible thing, so ugly and scary, at last ...
Oh, a terrible thing, yes, a terrible thing! It truly is horrendous to see
For slowly but surely this little split lip has completely consumed me ...
Now I stand on the corners and hide in the alleys, waiting for someone to come
But no one ever stops or listens to me, for I am lost in the daily hum-drum
Drowned out by the noise, drowned out by the views, drowned out by everything new
Yes, I am drowned out by the cries, drowned out by the cheers and drowned out by you
For no one wants to see, little ol' me, no, not anymore, for they fear what I now be
For any time one of them doth simply see, a glimpse, a gaze, a glance of me 
Their eyes go big, their jaws drop down and suddenly it's all around
That split, that scream, that call, that cry, that plea and that horrible sound
For once they get a look at me, just a shattered split of what I used to be
Their eyes roll back, their bloody screams crawl out and soon they see ...
Fear is etched in all of us, like nails on the blackboard, screaming
Yes, fear is burned in all of us, like nails in our eyes, weeping
And now they know, yes, now they know I am to be feared
For I am everything they wish to forget but I cannot be disappeared
For though they cry, though they scream and they die
They still realize that I am here, I am there, I am low and I am high
I am this horrible split that over took everything I used to be
I am the man on the corner, watching you, too scared to watch me
I am the woman in the alley, calling out your name in the night
I watch your turn, your eyes so wide before you flee away in fright
For you are them and they are you, both scared to see today ...
But I am me and I is that which is forever, continual and alway 
For I am the being that hides in the cracks, bellow each smile and lie
I am the split in the underside of your lip, from where? Who knows but I?