I'm getting in too deep,
Into the void.
I'm floating through, like a metroid,
Feeling the new, old new, Everything in between,
Air is thin,
I'm breathing still.
I focus, trying to figure,
Where I am.
I've been shot off trajectory.
I'm wondering through.
I see the dwarf,
They call it Pluto.
But it looks like a fortress.
I'm steady swerving,
Counting my heartbeats,
My pulse in reverse,
Call it a bad trip in the verses,
Of heavens and aliens,
I'm still dreaming and breathing.
Singing the awsome song,
Freedom, over thee dome,
Of my mentals and broads,
Of my prison and shackles.
The awsome taste of your touch,
When you light up my soul,
Like breathing in again,
From the chambers of death.
This is not the end,
It's the beginning of a new end,
A new story.
The wicked good,
When I'm free like a bird,
When I travel too the far,
Shedding my fright like fur,
Off my skin.
I'm reborn, I'm in that zone,
I'm off ground, I'm too gone,
Don't call my name,
Don't say I'm insane.
What I see is beautiful,
It's wicked awsome.
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