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)