Drifiting in a state of idleness and in a trip that can not even be described as "out of this world" but more like "out of this whole fucking dimension". I don't know what the fuck drove me to write this. Maybe it was to numb the pain I felt when I'd lost someone who eventually came back...
This poem seems to drift between a love story and a requiem of pure paranoia.
I don't want to find meaning, or an answer to this poem.
The lack of meaning is the answer.
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Mindriot
Dream the dream we'll never die
Sign the pact we won't ask why.
One day you will want me elsewhere
And then I'll take pleasure in change
One day you will need me in your veins
Packing all these drugs in the wake
Of your emotional range.
Scream the scream that ends the chime
Lose yourself on the edge of time.
One day you will kill me and stay calm
And then I'll find no solace in revenge
One day you will revive me in my grave
Buried under all the dense weight
Of the minds you changed.
Live the lives that lived a lie
And drive them into my mind's eye.
One day you will lose me in the end
And then I'll lose all meaning in depth
One day you will find me under sea
Surrounded by the deep blue fragments
Of the tears you wept.
Think the thought that the others in your head aren't leading
But your great intentions did all but stop the bleeding.
One day you lost me, I am but a faded memory.
One day you needed me, I did not answer your plea.
One day you killed me, or did you really?
Mime the infernal dance
Liberate the chains of this trance.
Wake up, I do not exist
In this dream you've dwelt alone
Without direction, without a clue
I am just the other inside your head
Under every sea and beneath every grave
I am you.
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Can someone please tell me how I've come to this?
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