Instinctively follow the intertwined paths through the darkness
With no recollection of my arrival
Fading images of the past are lost into a dismal veil
Masking my thoughts my thoughts with images of wretched demigods
Soot rains, and volcanic ash falls down from the heavens
Serving as the back-drop for the prophet, who speaks in distorted tongues
I hear it coming from my sub being, a voice unstopped by physical boundaries
Inhuman frequencies, oscillating. causing the earth to quake and split tremors
The ground around me crumbles away into a blackened ocean
Now speaking to me. "drink from the water," a voice beckoning
Insisting that it contains the key. the yopo tree holds great power
It is only there you can escape this existence
Captivated by the creatures beauty, diminishing the fear of death
How do I escape the darkness that has over thrown me?
"you must drink from the water to find the forest of illusion"
I throw myself from the cliff toward the dark water
Falling through the clouds that explode with electric bolts
The wind screams with the voices of the dead
I must not be one with them. driven on only by images of the fabrication
I enter the foam breaking into a new world. filling my lungs and stomach
The spirits aura carries me through the portal. emerging reborn into darkness
Into a realm reminiscent of my home world. a paradoxical plane of existence
Where physical limitation is exceeded by your mental awareness
I am washed to a blackened shore, a beach of charred remains
The gore leads deep into the forest. illuminated with evil light
I'm drawn to the bright glow. trees envious at the sight of life
Whispering to one another. they are living entities in this world
Their trunks decorated with intestines. leading to my destination
I reach the plateau. a mound of severed limbs stands before me
Within it the great tree grows
Covered in wavy fungus with giant blue and gold flakes
I devour the over-sized shrooms
A mirror image of myself forms from thick emerald vapor
Venting from the bark. the discarnate form kneels before me
I become bound by roots that grow rapidly from the soil
The humanoid whispers through telepathy, "welcome,"
As if a cue to rip my body from its ligaments
I am reverted to a infant of an earthly womb
Fastened to this plane