Liveside, Deadside

Splitting through
the Liveside
I feel the pounding
coursing of my veins
and the fear of the otherside
I crash through
on my way to
the Deadside stop
where nothing is pain
and the inhabitants
walk the streets
unaware of the cold
hard ground six feet above
Liveside, Deadside
where shall I come to rest
when the world says adieu
but my hour of stretting
and frutting isn't over yet
and I'll suffer Shakespeare's
slings and arrows if he'll
meet me halfway
Liveside, Deadside
there is no middle ground
when the world swings
on a pendulum
in the middle of your mind