Alternate Dimensions by Deceased
Feeling the moment at hand, in this dimension
A siege of overcome fear, a needle of medicine weird
I visit my mind from afar, it floats weak, sick in a jar
The pain, the strength, to fight
This lesson of deviate kind
Drugs, with time are weak, my mind returns to me
the glory of suffering, a pig, and live to think again
I visit my mind from inside, growing and thinking with I
The pain, the strength, to fight
Has saved me from turning inside
Dancing with fiends, disturbing fiends, almost insane,
But chance comes again
Adrift in between, moving unseen, fragile and weak,
Haunted by things that no one shold see
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