Pending

I used to tell my friends about the doors to the other side

Living in the basement of my basement on 11th

Ride the 7th month a couple - shit - at least a couple-dozen times

Always pleasant to the ones who took to heaven

Tie a devil's-knot in ropes - the ropes is just formalities

Hanging from the chasm won't protect you from descending

Let alone from any allergies; hold to hope and grip it

Wide smiles on our faces as we walked into the prism - close the door

Elder-Gods lapping at your frontal-lobe

"Knock it off - it tickles" we would giggle then walked further

Though, it wasn't what we thought it was, we were still prepared enough