There’s a thin line between our sides,
The chasm is the disjointing part!
The kill 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