fused to another at birth, why did my life begin wrong?
didn't choose to be hurt, but its still the path that I'm on,
scientist can split an atom making a hydrogen bomb,
but can't split me from my twin, should have taken more vitamins mom,
even as I'm writing this song, my rhyming doesn't seem to line up or belong,
cause I have to tilt my head, towards this crown full of thorns,
I'm disfigured deformed, as a fetus my physique was twisted transformed,
into something no one expected to be living this long,
all I want are these ties to be severed im calm,
just waiting for the day that I can embrace being embalmed,
stuck tethered together, have to weather the storm,
cause if I commit suicide my brother will also forever be gone,
the pressure is strong, so im venting through a rhyme and these phrases,
releasing frustration in between the lines of these pages,
when someone entered the room:
he said, I'm Dr. Chang, and you are a patient under my care,
at this point in the treatment I'd like to make you aware,
you don't have a twin brother, im sorry, its true,
thats just your reflection in the two way mirror we have been observing you through,
we are certainly working to do, everything in our power to help,
let me explain a few weeks ago you were a tower of health,
that became devoured by wealth, all the fortune and fame,
had you living wreckless and drinking, till you didnt remember your name,
then you went mentally insane, after you drove off a bridge,
awakening from acoma thinking you had a siamese twin,
let me try this again, your name is Michael Laford,
you are a famous recording artist that won alot of awards,
it seems that you poured so much into your persona, what im seeing,
is that your mind compartmentalized them into two seperate beings,
and now with the brain truama it seems to have manifested,
in such a way that no psychiatrist could have expected,
and you've become quite aggresive, whenever approached,
so we gave you a pen and pad hoping for a memory jolt,
now with your sensory soaked, in this pool of tranquility,
have we reached the understanding that in this room its just you and me?
I said, ya Doc I think I get it, my brother doesnt exist,
so if i commit suicide I dont have to worry if he lives,
I finally feel free, thank you for the pen to deal with the stress,
smile as i cut the ties, along with the aortic artery in my neck.......