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
(Adapted from original by Rikhard)