There's a thin line between our sides, The chasm is the disjointing part! The k** is in and loose, To dust we decay, reborn through purification!!! You wake up from this nightmare, With a handful of nothing… You wake up from this self inflicted shock, With your lunacy forgotten! A shriek that echoes through the solitude of night! A mourn of the scavenger, giving shills of spine! The vacuum, dimensional trait of an empty shadowed soul, The cleansing, the fire torch, paranoia, dementia… A thin line between our sides… To dust we decay (Adapted from original by Rikhard)