| The Bereaved |
|---|
| As I burned one |
| Through smoke-lit eyes |
| I pushed too far past a glorious high |
| Into a void |
| Devoid of light |
| I lost control of muscle and mind |
| And so I stepped |
| Close to the edge |
| My mandible broken on the end of a night |
| Succumbing to shock |
| I clung to my life |
| Just as my tongue was hanging agape to my eyes |
| And so I fell |
| Into the night |
| Psilocybin dreams |
| Claiming my mind |
| Into a void |
| There is no savior |
| Where is my life? |
| Where is my darling now? |
| Became lost from space and time |
| And you were scared |
| You saw my bloodied body |
| Your greatest fear |
| Had been fully realized |
| I wasn’t there |
| Both of us saw the end |
| And I wasn’t dead |
| No, I still had life |
