Inside the mind Into the stink Vaporize brink **** the line There is none When all is Blur Scratch the scab It is no longer mine Yet, still, I can hear IT IT, the past I am a memory And memories are all I have I can still experience the music The dialogue The people The surreal, limbotic texture of my mind
I think I used limbotic in the right way but I'm not sure. I was thinking of Limbo.