Borderland

Horizon of the depth As the fog surrounds my being Takes control and slaves my moves Motionless I stare in emptiness 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 retaliate 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?

Submitted by Immortal — Feb 26, 2026