We socialize in the moonless pit
Of my own intelligence
I'm suspended in space
And encircled by mirrors
Through my reflection
Things are becoming clearer
Apparently teeth
Are beginning to germinate
From the roots of my eyes
I find myself wincing
As they chew through my optic flesh
Layers of teeth
Dancing, waltzing
Their way out of my now punctured face
It's comical in retrospect
I used to enjoy this
Levitating notion of escape
It's opening the gates
To a newborn philosophy
My deep seeded dementia embraced
Layers of teeth
Dancing, waltzing
Their way out of my now punctured face
My deep seeded dementia embraced
Hallucinogenic contemplations
Have become my finest friend
It's opening the gates
To a newborn philosophy
My deep seeded dementia embraced
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