I Whimper, YET I CAN STILL SCREAM

-_-_- In this poem, this person has a split personality. At one point they are talking reasonably to themselves and at another they are screaming. Try to guess what they are arguing about -_-_-

Beat me down
YOUR NEVER GONNA WIN
I see your nectar in the sky
I AM YOUR LIVING SIN

Make no choice that I am wrong
I SING THE CANARY TO DEATH AND BACK
I whimper a tattoo against your arm
I SEE YOU FOR WHAT YOU ARE, HE OH SO BLACK

Wasted memories in the sky
BURNED INSIDE BY YOUR WORDS OF HATE
I sing forth things I want to forget
WHY CAN'T YOU BE THE DEAD OF LATE!

I sweat the rain of morning pass
I WONDER WHY YOUR HERE IN MY DREAMS
I hear you words in my inner ear
I HEAR YOUR PROBLEMS IN MY SCREAM

The insanity is driving my mind to waste
I HEAR YOU NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE
I see the lines across my face
YOU BENEATH MY SKIN, IN EVERY SCAR

I welcome the coldness of my death
AND I WONDER WHEN YOU'LL FORGET MY NAME
I swing past the dorm of life remembered
PULL ME AWAY TO WHAT IS THE PAIN

I swear to Christ I have no Saviour
IN ARMS OF HATE, I CRUCIFY
I wonder away into the light of nothing
YOU ARE ME, I AM YOU, WE ARE THE ONE TO AMPLIFY

Make a matter worse in danger
I SCREAM, YOU ARE MY LAST AND ONLY THOUGHT
I swing to the night of nothing to see
I BARGAIN, I GAIN TO MENTION NOTHING OF SOUGHT

I wonder where to hide my body
IN THE DARK CLOUDS OF DESTINY
Yet I bargain no life to remember
THE ENDING OF MY LAST STORY

-_-_- They are arguing about their suicide, and the reason why they are contemplating it. The cause of these thoughts are the thoughts themselves. The two different people behind them -_-_-