UN2?

Milieu in tune with a melee malaise coup
Divided into two
There’s still that me inside of you
Yang that you entomb inside the yin
You intuit an end to it before it can begin
Like an Inuit shamanic myth
You allude to Aleutian illusion ifs
Arctic Ocean to the Wind
The cold blood in you in tune with the weather
You covered scales like phantom operettas
Part of tails discarded of like letters
Key signatures at the heart parted one in two
Started you in different ways
Through the distant gaze
Of looking glass, glazed
You into my mirror
And absent your infections my reflections become clearer
That abscessed injection protected from love by fear or
My own duplicity, simplistically I can pry the Edward Hyde
Sized plank you drive in my third eye, explicitly
To divide you into the teary-eyed bacteri-I
My theory tried to defy your translato imperii
Retrospect the purest sign I’m bound to serve like inferi
Your yin inside my yang sublime
The H, I’ve stolen from honesty lies
Then stands as aids of my will to die
Cuz I let you in, too