The portal above my head opens
It builds momentum inside me
This is what happens when you die,
Except I am feeling it while alive
It's almost like my mind grows around me
Yet it's leaving me
Our minds are projections of our souls
My psyche breaks, my mind escapes, it shatters me down the very bones that used to hold me together
Slowly I fade into the explosion, the colors, the shapes, the feelings, they don't even have names while the frequencies over power me
Who was I before I was myself?
Or rather who else is inside me?
Psychodellics you manifest my soul.
Soul, your projection is my mind
If I'm losing my mind, what will happen to my soul?