Torn

Torn apart between dimensions…
I fight spirits, demons, and heroes
I find friends, icons, and dealers
Yet I find myself here, again
Thrown into limbo once more
I see corpses ready for me
I hear that angered growl
But the echoes show my errors
The echoes were my curses
My friends, my icons, the dealers
Once spirits, demons, or heroes
Now lessons, mentors, and feelings
They won`t let me die
Death leaks through my mind
But the echoes each glare at me
That same glare, that made them torn