It's just me and my twin.
I leave it all up to him.
He ensures that we win.
Even when the memories slip in.
I let him overwrite them.
To be something more common.

He's the one I've swore to a creed.
He's the one too much has been said.
He's the one nobody else can see.
He's the one who wants to be me.

He's the one which I keep under lock and key.
He's the one to whom I pay a fee.
He's the one to whom I shamelessly fled.
He's the reason why I bleed.

He acts as my emotional support.
Without him I am nothing but hurt.
I feed him excitement with a godly rapport.
Plenty of times, we've been brought to court.

He restrains his appetite until he finds that delight.
It needs to be big, big enough to light up the night.

When I'm out alone in the sea with a memory that sinks deep.
He shows me I could be free by drowning the truth that continuously creeps.

He feeds on my sanity with thoughts of profanity.
He lives in depravity with an appetite for the savory.
He forces serenity wrapped in electricity.
He takes reality and adds a touch of ecstasy.

What we leave behind reminds me too much of back then.
This world isn't kind, it happens again & again.
I can't take the pressure, so I turn back to him.
He's the other half which keeps me...