Against the skin

1 – come with me, to the Darkside.
I’ll feed you the nasty bits, of the world & it’s lies.
Few only, but corrupted to finalise.
Abused & essentially utilised.
Rotting the sick minds.
Now fucked up, in a state; horrified.
No treatments worked out fine.
Gently slaughtering, the toxic inside.
Voices that never stops, even at nights.

2 – Sleepless.
Woken up, by the urges.
3 am, left, lifeless.
Can’t see, the basic, difference.
Alone, surrendering to madness.
Again & again, made to feel, helpless.
An infection, inside the mind, infested.
A carefully, planted toxic.
Out of control, totally getting wasted.
Loosing all, finally exhausted.
Afraid, maybe addicted.
Numbing pain against anger & hatred.

3 – Just do it,  you don’t have much choices.
Engaging in the, calls of filthy noises.
Next is secretly, never avoid it.
Don’t you, leave it.
Dig deep, with.
Everytime you, feel like shit.
Seeming to, calm you a bit.
Whenever you, pressure the hits.

Against the skin.
Terrified within.
That stitches would ruin.
Everything, Everything.
Against the skin.
Against the skin.
Dig deep, to pain kill, pain kill.
Against the skin.
Never enough, can’t find, a way, out of it, out of it.
Lucidity with blades; lit.
Repressed memories fits.
Everything, Everything.
Against the skin.
Against the skin.

4 – The blind society.
Who call themselves, pretty mighty.
Will loose one day, the variety.
To become open minded & would turn to bigoty.
And will be fooled by, fake assurities.
Being framed by the, media of the mass stupidity.
A system, where no one wants to be.
But still functioning as slaves; accepting the bullshit blindly.
Slowly loosing integrity.
Pariahs to loose the opportunities.
Damaging stigma of disordered duty.
Perception failed to sympathy.
Can’t figure the minds of insanity.
And delirium to lunacy.

Against the skin.
Terrified within.
That stitches would ruin.
Everything, Everything.
Against the skin.
Against the skin.
Dig deep, to pain kill, pain kill.
Against the skin.
Never enough, can’t find, a way, out of it, out of it.
Lucidity with blades; lit.
Repressed memories fits.
Everything, Everything.
Against the skin.
Against the skin.

Written by :- P.S (PATIENT Stan)

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