We Post This Together

(Note: Red is Dementia, Blue is me, purple is the both of us. I felt like posting a poem. we worked on it together, even though Dementia isn't a very poetic soul.)
With all that I've seen and all that I've done
My timelines are merging, becoming one.
I'm scared, I'm drowning, I can't even see
What's become her and what's still me.
This war, it seems, cannot be won.

Fantasy, reality, melt into confusion
all swirling together as part of my delusion.
I reach for the dark because the light makes me cry,
for it wrapped me in its wings and shaded my eyes-
Though not a friend; I continue in seclusion. 

I've dug too deep, I've gone too far,
We don't even know who we are!
We're rooted in hate under a food chain
that starts with misery and ends in pain,
giving survivors tell-tale scars. 

In the dark, all cats are grey-
Predators melt in the crowd of prey.
now you see me, now I don't-
sink or swim, I'd rather float-
at least I'd live another day.

 One kills with a glance.
One kills given the chance. 
One haunts you,
another flaunts you.
In the game, it's more a dance.  

Are you going to run? are you going to hide?
fueled by your stupid human pride?
We are but pawns displayed on the board
pulled around with the tug of a cord,
Controlled in both body and mind. 

Establishing Character Moment

It's a crazy world out there.

Let me introduce myself. I am known on the Internet as Pandora. That is, quite obviously, an alias- but I prefer it that way. It gives the Illusion of anonymity, at least. though I know many of you out there are clever enough to figure out my true Identity.
let me explain one thing real quick, before I set to work.
there will be two people on here.
One will be Me.
The other will be Me.
Confused yet? don't be. The other me is Dementia. don't mind her- she's harmless.
and by harmless I mean she isn't going to stalk any of you. just, you know, observe and possibly terminate. nothing too horrible.
A lot of what I post on here will be very controversial. I trust my sources, and my theories. they (mostly) line up with our current understanding of physics, as well as adding a... spiritual element, I suppose you could call it. I will firstly explore my theories concerning the afterlife... and I have a very unique reason to do so.
My best friend (or girlfriend, we're in that ambiguous zone) has a disorder that until recently was classified as MPD (has since changed to DID- dissociative personality disorder). however, her case seems to be special. why, you may ask?
Those personalities weren't hers. they're the personalities of people who have died.
I'm not saying they're ghosts. (Okay, one of them fully admits to being one). They're something in between Ghost and dissipated, recycled energy- clinging to sentience and memory, but gradually degrading.
Energy cannot be created or destroyed. only converted. this is the center of the theories. the rest, I must say, gets complex. which is why I've started a blog about it.
Let me get something perfectly clear before I continue- I am Atheist. I do not believe in God, or Allah, or Buddha, or Vishnu, or whoever holy Deity you've decided to worship. much of my theory comes from the Ghost, who I will simply refer to as S, as he knows firsthand what the afterlife is like.
Later on this blog will earn its title. but for now, I'm laying the groundwork.
good night.
Don't let the souls come and bite.