Conjour up your headstorms.
Look behind mirrors.
Answers are everywhere.
By pale blue moonlight.
Broken shadows of fragility.
Better worlds beyond.
Through narrow gates in space.
When you die a lot.
You can then live a little more.
When you've cut your spirit.
You find euphorian states.
On islands of sorrow.
The light has faded.
Blackness is our destiny.
Schizo-gazing at the moon.
Anxious emotions are screaming.
Like ghosts beneath the bed.
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