split

breathless and beautiful. A divided soul delivers a heavy blow without bullets or steel....haunting me just a belief yet painfully real,beauty too is not real just something I believe that to others is not true,faith only skin deep can be cut away abraded, torn off and burned for fuel, burned for relief, my faith is fading it was never meant to last forever, my thoughts growing cold my beliefs less deep my ambitions less bold,my soul too has been made and has played the fool,somewhat changing,fading,searching seldom seen,transparent thou still real,ready to soar, one half is older tired yet content and the other half still ready for more...