The Transitional Phase
Lost in imagination
I drift across this land
Ignoring my needs
For as long as i can
Breech the inner passage
Hold onto the night
I sense my minds core
And something isn't right
What was my last real thought?
When did it fade away?
Why are my memories failing?
Where is the light that shows the way?
Starting to go unconscious
Need to stay awake
Do not understand my own
Thought processes
What is solid?
What is fake?
Incredibly numb
And just as relaxed
My threshold for life
Is all but maxed
Loosing all
So hard pressed
Coherent
Barely
Dying
I guess
I am no longer an entity
My soul has headed back
All around me silence
Flat line
Black
Jimbo
10-25-05
8am
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