The horizon's bending backwards,
stretching sideways 'cross a vision
of glimm'ring hieroglyphic superstitions.
My body's feeling heavy
but my psyche just won't let me
return alone into the void.
No voice can seem to reach me
although their pleas beseech me;
can't I stay right here a little more?
I'd never stop to question
this painless vivisection
of what my life is for.