Extremophile Elite

To see one's self is hard to explain
 Last night was the first notion of this
 Once again real life and dreams are whirling amongst one another
 Space flight navigator
 A walking mirror
 Galaxy drifter
 Entwined together
 To grasp the other hand
 To hear the other speak
 Carve one's skin out of their own soil
 Sends chills throughout my body
 Wake up to a dirt covered surrounding
 Machines in the distance
 Something far too familiar
 The world comes to a screeching halt when I cover my ears
 Lift off the hands and the claws work again
 Digging graves (digging graves)
 Deeper graves (deeper graves)
 The machines deafen my ears with such extremity
 Constant maze from digging graves
 I bury my head in the dirt
 It all stops
 This sends bliss throughout me
 Upside down dreaming
 The sound of earth soothes my entire body
 Real life and dreams are whirling
 (A hand lifts my head out of the dirt)
 Pulling hairs from what seems to be my brain
 I see him... me... us?
 The walking mirror
 Eyes slowly open as dust clouds surround me
 Speak to me freely
 I am listening
 The clanking of machines scream in the distance
 I strain in order to get up
 Soon I stumble down a dirt hill and see a buried man
 Just his skull is underground
 Once again real life and dreams are whirling amongst one another
 Walking into a certain state of desperation
 (Dig deep into the soil to lift the mans head.
 It pulls out of the ground with ease)
 Carve one's skin out of their own soil
 Sends chills throughout my body
 It is a corpse
 Something is buried where his head once lay
 A note (my note)
 My hands shake and I fall to my knees
 Slowly read...
 "Please know I love..."