Borderland

Horizon of the depth

as the fog surrounds my being

takes control and slaves my moves

Motionless I stare in emtyness

as bodies fall and disappear in darkness

of my borderland

Is this fake, or is this real?

Am I sick, or am I cured?

Overwhelmed by the dominating density

Not a word to break the silence

Nothing visible to fear

So what can we do ...

with my possessive senses?

with my borderland?

Is this fake, or is this real?

Am I sick, or am I cured?

Implanted anger rising

A decay within my dreams

Inner urge to relatiate upon my enemies and friends

Weeping gently in this moisture

and this quivering inside of me intoxicates my senses

Is this ground I stand on holy

or is this just my borderland?

So what can we do ...

with my possessive senses?

with my borderland?