Slipping out of Mind

My head is splitting
Cleaving one half from the other
Unevenly bisected
Along a jagged fault.
And from its depths
Are hatched such miseries
As Pandora and Master Sun
Cannot know.
From the same is born pleasure
Small allowances
That hardly make the pain worthwhile
But somehow more endurable.
An unbearable crime
Made flesh
But easily undone
If only some indulgent soul
Would sew me up.