!nruter yam I taht rewop tniecna eht ekovni I! nrub ot emoc sah emit ym, L-T-O-L-O-X-A

Sixty degrees that comes in threes
Watched from within birch trees
Saw his own dimension burn
Misses home but can't return
Bays he's happy he's a liar
blame the arson for the fire
If he wants to shirk the blame
He'll have to invoke my name
One way to absolve his crim
A different form, a different time.

Note to self: Possessing people is hilarious! To think of all the sensations I've been missing out on- burning, stabbing, drowning. It's like a buffet tray of fun! Once I destroy that journal, I'll enjoy giving this body its grand finale- by throwing it off the water tower! Best of all, people will just think Pine Tree lost his mind and his mental form will wander in the mindscape forever. Want to join him Shooting Star?