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Uncontrollable addict... |
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On a downward spiral towards my mortal end: and beginning. |
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A dependence that |
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I can never impede; neither wanting, nor able to. |
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For I live and die for the compulsion. |
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An experience few discover, and even less wish to return from. |
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Troubled that it can't be shared. |
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I must lead this life of seclusion, to hide my continuous revealing crusade. |
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Far beyond a fixation, it is now my life's labor. |
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Rudimentary equipment is all |
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I utilize. |
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A device so simple, yet so precise - an inaccuracy insures failure... |
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Guile, yet effective for its only function... |
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Assisting the voyage. |
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My life in the care of this specially crafted tool; it is the only gray for me to return. |
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I need to explore lain... |
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There is s o much more to be known! |
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Strapped to the mechanism, |
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I prepare... |
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Essential wires attach, restraints hold me into position. |
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I'm ready... |
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The flick of a switch steals the commencement... |
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A controlled electric current is administered. |
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The short lived pain |
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I must pass through, is a mere token price... |
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Clinically dead; yet |
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I feel so alive. |
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Here again, |
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I know to explore in haste - time is restricted. |
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My natural physical casing is of no use here. |
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A sensation so welcoming is overpowering. |
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I must resist the urge to stay... |
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Turning away from the luminosity |
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I see before me, |
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I look for new areas to explore... |
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It feels vaguely different each time |
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I come... |
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Could it be evolving? |
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The only thing that is certain is that |
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I'm being watched... |
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Concentrating, |
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I block out distractions. |
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To tie in the increasing stream of thoughts, emotions, sensations, |
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Insinuating what this place actually is... |
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It must be a gateway of sorts: a collection point; |
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Collecting at is now theirs. |
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I know my time is almost up as |
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I sense them approach, |
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Far I am the latest acquisition |
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I can roughly make out their silhouette... |
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But this is not hour it is supposed to be. |
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Agony indescribable hits rte. |
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I'm pulled ungracefully from one reality to another. |
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My journey complete as |
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I'm artificially revived. |
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I Slump forward into unconsciousness... |
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Intense pain when |
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I wake once more, in the marl world. |
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It is of little concern; the knowledge gained is essential. |
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I must return... |
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There is s a much more to learnt must know what is really, beyond. |
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But I must rest my weak mortal shell... |
