Aroused

It’s True.

Written By P.S.

Theme – Depression.

Anxiety.

Self harm.

Eating disorders.

Addiction.
(Trigger Warning)
1 – Everything Blacks – out.

Every contact is foul.

Don’t interact, with your mouth.

Destructively operating and everything shuts down.

Smack yourself against the crowd.

Of societal  nouns.

Of societal grounds.

Lowering standards of self doubts.

Again getting strong & loud.

Self Harmer temptedly aroused.
2 – It’s all about the blade must.

It’s all about the blade thrust.

It’s all about that relieving rush. 

It’s all about the deep burst.

It’s all about the guilt worst.

It’s all about the scenery of blood shrugs.

Every time cursed.

Every time rubbed.
3 – Binged and purged.

Weakening submerged.

Dissociative serves.

To body and nerves.

Strange voices heard.

They begin to learn.

Your weakest turn.

Making you burn.

Making you concerned.

Making you follow its instructions.

Vile junction.

Bile abruption.

Nauseous proportions.

Digestive food abortions.

Blacking out cautions.
4 – Helpless Cope.

Hopeless bowl.

Never been told.

How to hold?

This chokes.

This pokes.

Out of control.

But the most.

Illogically – logical, inner feeding host.

Vulnerably gropes.

Strong gripness and furious hold.

Blood cone.

Blood enroll.

Brain sold.

Cognitions torn.

Gun reload.

Trigger Rode.

Failure phone.

Of unnheard moans.
5 – Everything Blacks – out.

Every contact is foul.

Don’t interact, with your mouth.

Destructively operating and everything shuts down.

Smack yourself against the crowd.

Of societal  nouns.

Of societal grounds.

Lowering standards of self doubts.

Again getting strong & loud.

Self Harmer temptedly aroused.

Into The Wild By Erin Hunter.
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Quiet

Mahadev 🙏 (S)

Quiet.
Written By P.S.
Theme – Depression.

Anxiety.

Addiction.

Self Harm.

Eating Disorders. 

Mental Health.

(Trigger Warning)

1 – Riot.

Tired.

Anxiety liar.

Insomnia fire.

Blade desire.

Urges higher.

Urges hired.

Blood drier.

Abnoxious surveilled diets.

Everything remains quiet.

Just tired

Just quiet.

2 – Cinematic gleam.

Collapsed heaps.

Bleeding gently.

Bleeding everyday, every week.

Dirty deeds.

Dripping on feet.

Guilt regimes.

Painful screams.

Extraordinary scene.

Of suppressing, relief lean.

Depression clean.

Everything’s red but, the world is again green.

Quietly bring a team.

Bring your needs.

And fall down on your knees.

Bangs on self esteem.

Madness speaks.

Damn! How weak?

How are you so weak??

3 – Riot.

Tired.

Anxiety liar.

Insomnia fire.

Blade desire.

Urges higher.

Urges hired.

Blood drier.

Abnoxious surveilled diets.

Everything remains quiet.

Just tired.

Just quiet.
4 – Trigger table.

Damaged cable.

Vicious enable.

No! Good night, later.

“Haha”, laughs of evil favor.

Nasty galaxy crater.

Supreme fader.

Hate irritator.

Impulse surrender.

Action mender.

Pleasure seductor. 

Guilt rupture.

Possessive structures.
5 – Black and white.
Just fight.

This height.

Misfunctional device.

Vehicle seat belt tight.

On a driving night.

Switch on your headlights.

This is gonna be a nasty ride.

And you might,

You might not even cry.

After its done absolutely right.

Flying like a kite.

Black and white.

Don’t worry! Chew and bite.
6 – Riot.

Tired.

Anxiety liar.

Insomnia fire.

Blade desire.

Urges higher.

Urges hired.

Blood drier.

Abnoxious surveilled diets.

Everything remains quiet.

Just tired.

Just quiet.

Failed

…Smother Another Failure! Lay this to rest. Console yourself, you’re better alone. Destroy yourself, see who gives a fuck! Absorb yourself, you’re better Alone. Destroy yourself!!! (Laid To Rest By Lamb Of God)

Written By P.S.

Theme – Madness.

Depression.

Anxiety.

Self Harm.

Addiction.

Low self esteem.
(Trigger Warning/Explicit)
1 – Failed! Failed! Failed!

To exactly communicate.

Emotional rape.

Nauseous hate.

Toxic trade.

Blasting rate.

Of mind pain.

Of mind shame.

Loops obtained.

Weakened to faint.

Tainted paint.
2 – What have you done?

Can’t you just self destruct?

“You empty mug”.

“You empty cup”.

“You’ll fail trust!”.

“You fail and rust!”.

Like a useless junk.

Like a rotting dump.

Fun becomes.

Terrifying bumps. 

Lane jump.

Accidental numb.
3 – Fear unknown.

Something not told.

Last remaining remote.

How to hope?

How much cold.

When your soul is sold.

To evil evokes.

Failing to erode.

Speeding on a holes filled road.

Thoughts hold.

To a blade provoke.

And emotions mould.
4 – Anxious nights.

Petrified.

Immobilized.

Horrified.

Paralyzed.

How to describe?

Dimensional cries.

Help dies.

Guilt rise.

Sharp dice.

Pain alive.

A war void.

A war wide.

A shoot sight.

A lost fight.

Relieved mind.

Erasing time.

Disguised!

In A While.
5 – Failed! Failed! Failed!

To exactly communicate.

Emotional rape.

Nauseous hate.

Toxic trade.

Blasting rate.

Of mind pain.

Of mind shame.

Loops obtained.

Weakened to faint.

Tainted paint.

The Missing Key

Sati_TheMystique🙏❤

Written By P.S.

1 – We need.
And I have peeped.

Shy underneath.

And holding my peace.

Cohesively.

Sati The mystique.

I seek.

To keep.

The key sheet.
2 – A dark matter.

With a gentle rain patter.

Everything gathers.

Which was scattered.

What all was shattered.

Skies met.

Flying the jet.

Sweet Ambient.

Psychedelia thrivement.

You’re my Art, hence,

You’re my Art bench.

My psychedelic lens.

My reason to pick up my pen.

And end the blade dependance.
3 – We need.

And I have peeped.

Shy underneath.

And holding my peace.

Cohesively.

Sati The mystique.

I seek.

To keep.

The key sheet.
4 – And these voices who’ll try to hurt.

Make you feel like you’re cursed.

Don’t get bothered by their jerks.

They can’t touch your soul because you’re down to earth.

You’re stronger, you’re precious my love.

My number first.

I’ll save you from these evil turfs.

Don’t get bothered by their jerks.

Don’t get bothered by these jerks.
5 – We need.

And I have peeped.

Shy underneath.

And holding my peace.

Cohesively.

Sati The mystique.

I seek.

To keep.

The key sheet.

 

Delightfully Kill

The Psychedelic Experience (Sati_TheMystique) SOUL CONNECTION

1 – Delightfully kill.
Brain drilled.

Mind thrilled.

Body chills.

Murder within.

Evil springs.

Positive.

Reflective.

Imaginated.

Resurrected. 

Love injected.

Hate rejected.
2 – Ate in your dimension.

Stayed in your caring sessions.

Humble transformations.

Logical informations.

Can’t I stay?

Can’t I crave.

To grab your hand, my pure authenticate.

My pure flower vase.

Your gentle touch is my strong coffee  and my psychedelic bass.

And your gaze.

It gnaws my base.

Like floating in another dimensional aerospace. 

Knees weak but my anxiety fades.

You are my medical aid.

Sati, you are my own 1000 details.

I’ve fallen for an entire soul galaxy and not just only a beautiful body or a face.

Which the world usually quotes and  says.

No matter what, you are my becoming my life, you could never be replaced.

Rest my head on your lap and heal me with your tight embrace.

Can’t I stay?

Can’t I crave?

Or is it too late?

Who is a self hated mental case?
3 – Delightfully kill.

Brain drilled.

Mind thrilled.

Body chills.
4 – A chaos within the skin.

A gentle flow of the wind.

An obsessive brain binge.

Mental syringe.

Affections infringe.

But can’t convince. 

Physically vibrate with continuous sudden flinch.

So, my heart, it’s yours, and you’re only imprinted.

You’re my centre and not just my brim.
5 – Delightfully kill.

Brain drilled.

Mind thrilled.

Body chills. 

From the hills.

Hold my hand, hold my bleeding wrists.

And delightfully kill. 

Left (Patient Stan) Right (Sati_TheMistique)

Written by P.S for SATI_TheMystique.

Chocolate Mousse

In this pic. Snehil, Mukul, Sanjoly, Pragya, Kriti, Solomon, Kajal, Ronny, Harsh, Divyanshu, Dhruv, Abhay.

1 – Every single one of you.

Has provided me with the truth.

So that I can regroup.

So that I can improve.

And amend my roots.

Inspiration bomb ass proof 😛

You are so very cool.

My friends…my sweet chocolate mousse.

In my dark nights, the shining moons.

Being there always, Supporting, through you, 

I’m moved.
2 – And you guys improve the vibrations.

Of negative emotions.

Loving personifications. 

Acceptance exemplifications. 

Of a despised jurisdiction.

Their Human Nature.

All are the ones I personally favor.

Like a positive care taker.

Like a happiness enabler.

Like a soft paper.

Like a good talk! Communicator.

Always the delightfully sweet fruit pops.

My lyrical thoughts.

My wordplay Hip hops. 

My strength & my fighting cause.
3 – My friends…my sweet chocolate mousse.

You’ve just figured out that I’m just a tangled wool.

And you all are like my muse.

Of recovery swimming pool.

Healing by your mood.

When I’m anxiously doomed.

Took me out of my cocoon.

And displayed my home, my roof.

Gave me love. Offered me juice.

My shooting stars, my positive values.
4 – My friends…my sweet chocolate mousse.

In my dark nights, the shining moons.

Being there always, Supporting, through you, 

I’m moved.

My friends, My sweetest chocolate mousse.

Written By P.S For his Dear precious Friends.

You are the bestest of best and extraordinary for me.

Love, Hugs, appreciation & finally respect.

The Reject

Bhassam hain sab!!!

1 – I am the cheapest.

I am the weakest.

I am the tree nest.

Of ill treatment.

Neat pegs.

Addiction pet. 

Self destruct test.

The Reject.

I am the reject.

2 – Lonely.

Why were you only?

Left with such negativity,

Collapsed heaps.

Borderline Creep.

No sleep.

No dreams.

Can’t meet their eyes. 

Can’t see. 

Can’t feel.

Hydration on low self esteem.

Relapse deeds.

A big sharp shiny steel.

Guilt to the appeals.

Nothing reveals.

Silent screams.

Addiction supreme.

3 – Abandonment victory.

What do you believe?

“A stranger” from the Joker’s philosophy.   

Traces to heal, 

Traces to treat.

BLEED…Moron, FREAK…

Bleed…

Without any pity.

BLEED…Moron, FREAK…

Just bleed.

To treat,

to meet, 

to reach, 

to keep, 

Purposefully.

Atrociously. 

Evil keys.

Of a sanity peace.

Survival grease. 

Leaking gently.

Bandaged hankee.

Still blood red, bed sheets.

Morning peel. 

4 – I am the cheapest.

I am the weakest.

I am the tree nest.

Of ill treatment.

Neat pegs.

Addiction pet.

Self destruct test.

The Reject.

I am the reject.

5 – Alienated.

Isolated.

Unfilterated.

Hated.

Wasted.

Emotions, pasted.

Red fucking humiliate.

Gather around for the race.

Another phase.

Abductive mind games.

Never stops, begun to chase.

What’s your fucking name?

Stan…you’re a big shame.

So now, MAIM.

Maim Motherfucker Maim.

Somehow, escape.

This base.

Failed.

When you’re late.

But Dirt is paid.

Of guilty mistakes.

Self Harm seems to be the only way.

Live your dark days.

But uncertainty remains.

With Slow, poisonous, death’s pace.

6 – I am the cheapest.

I am the weakest.

I am the tree nest.

Of ill treatment.

Neat pegs.

Addiction pet.

Self destruct test.

The Reject.

I am the reject.

Written By ‘Patient’ Stan. (P.S)