Transcending into another plane, my soul divides.
Fragments of me lingering between realms.
One tethered to Earth, heavy and worn, the other drifting toward an uncertain void.
The pull is gentle yet relentless,
Each fragment aching for something different
Peace, release, or perhaps just silence.
But I remain suspended,
Caught in the rift between longing and fear.
As i expel out of this mortal shell- if I even can
Will it be written on my urn that I died a madman?
A soul torn apart by two colliding universes
One whispering promises of peace, The other anchoring me in a reality I can’t escape.
One leg on Earth, one in another dimension.
I sing to be free.
My mind, a battlefield of illusion and truth, Crafts fantasies of the end like lullabies.
Soft, deceptive, and sweet.
Yet the fire in my chest refuses to die, A cruel reminder that I am still alive.
Is this longing not a prayer,
But a curse?
An unfathomable malediction that feels inaccessible?
A mirage painted by a weary mind Desperate for silence,
Yet terrified of the void it seeks
Oh Lord, untether my soul; let it drift To where the light meets the void.
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