LETRALiquid SeperationFront Line Assembly

Deep into the blackest matter
where no one can breathe
Where g-forces rip out your lungs
and your brain starts to freeze
Deprived of vital oxygen
your mind starts to drift
Sinking into a sleep
your pulse grows weak
This form we live in
is a fragile creation
this euphoric sensation
is liquid seperation
A flashing occurs
right in front of your eyes
the final moment if truth comes time
never lies
A memory retaining a love you had for life
as cruel as it seems nothing ever seems to
go right
Deep penetration
a dying sensation, in sight
Your blood stops to flow
and now your body lets go
Colder and colder your hands turn to ice
Casting a shadow
your soul sees the light
Retrovision is so misgiven
retrovision too late for decision