Borderland — Diary of Dreams

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?