Split Signal

Two voices living in the same skin,

one calls it truth, one calls it sin.

One stays quiet, one screams loud,

one stands alone, one needs a crowd.

I ask myself which one is me—

they both just smile and disagree.

My thoughts don’t walk, they spiral fast,

future echoes, bleeding past.

Is this a dream I haven’t left,

or am I something that’s been split?

I chase a feeling I can’t name,

it burns like peace, it tastes like pain.

Obsession dressed in something holy,

but holds me tight like I am lonely.

Round and round, the questions grow—

“Are you in control?”

…I don’t know.

Mirrors crack but still reflect,

every flaw I won’t accept.

If I’m two, then which one lies?

Which one lives and which one dies?

I build myself, then tear it down,

a king of nothing, wearing crowns.

Reality bends when I get close—

but is it mine, or just a ghost?

If I let go, do I exist?

Or fade into the things I’ve missed?

Two shadows stitched into one soul,

both incomplete, both feel whole.

And maybe truth is just this fight—

a war that never picks a side.