Inexplicably Inevitable

1 – Seen you’ve survived.

So now let’s destroy your night.

Don’t be terrified.

I’m just here for a while.

But I’ll molest you deep from the inside.

Where you won’t be able to recognise.

That I…

Will rip you blind.

So you can carve fine.

Parallel lines.

Failed fight.

High like…

Never mind.

I’m fine.

2 – Sometimes a bubble wrap.

Is all you have.

When you’re getting smashed.

Just too FUCKING fat.

Get yourself trapped.

Kill yourself & never comeback.

Because you’re full of crap.

A monologue in total contact.

Tolerance bursts to act.
3 – Get away from me.

How can you love a freak?

Who is ought to destruct himself completely.

Isolation doesn’t feel lonely.

Sometimes it provides security.

Inexicably.

Inevitably.

Inexpressibly.

When you succeed to hurt me.

Coping becomes nasty.

But I deserve it anyways, no need!

I’m dying already.

Get away from me.

Let me act in, toxically.

Sprinting those razors atrociously.

A wave of silence spreading softly.
Written By P.S. ‘PATIENT’ Stan.

The World Broke Us(Title by Rocky Toppo)

Hypocrisy is not realising.
Blades & cigarettes for anxities.

1-Suggestively confusing.Actively blaming.Void to nothing.Trying to break & using.Insecurities.

Dependant, burden physically. 

Why relationships are meant to be.

To just Adjust with the society.

Turning psychotic blindly.

Innocence of variety.

Suppressed to prove beauty.

Why can’t I be me???
2-Say it please.

For once I cared in need.

That too is being questioned simply.

Expressions & emotions? Used to be.

Now all dirty and filthy.

Why are you so close to hurt me?

I myself is an enemy, of me. isolation not dependancy.

Cuze I care no more about my very ill body.

A cutting duty.

Fire please.

Self destructive needs.

The world is breaking us apart indeed.

Fuck life, Fuck society.

Leave me alone please.

I don’t want your sympathy.

Neither your words of relief.

It all just piles up more to my own disease.

Which will develop practically.

Shaped by society.

Adressing the the pariahs as greedy.

Seeking attention freak.

Mess with me.

Hate me.

Kick the shit out of me.

Whatever you feel extreme.

Take it out on me. 
3-But I won’t Mind

The self destructive choice.

Gently implied.

Phisophically died.

Looser & shy.

Silently denied.

Whispering voice.

Bleeding lines

Broken by the world, from the inside.
4-Another deep cut.

What the fuck.

You messed up.

Despite being positioned.

Taking precautions.

Still a dominating depression.

Deal the dumb.

Lifeless-Ness begun.

A sensitive one.

Died with black luck.

And choosing to carelessly self destruct.

I D G A F.
5-The world broke us,

With nice people for just.

To sympathise our dust.

We don’t need a new bus.

Arrived with anti – religious Narcs.

All we want is to die fast.

You just made messy. 

lately to cut sharp.

Just accepting the dark.

Dark progression…final death destination. Pressuring depression, Isolation is better than dependancy, broken Empath. Borderlines are Assholes. We surely hate ourselves. Do not depend or defend. Because it’s soon to end, the will to test.

Written by P.S (PATIENT Stan)

Like-Able???

I am tired of pulling myself down.
Everytime feeling bound.

Can’t help myself to figure out.

What’s wrong?? Why are you so loud??

Escape this pain or bring it out.

No beauty found.

Doubts & just doubts.

I wanna SHOUT.

Not being able to contain.

This form of self hate.

The childhood.

Emotional/verbal abuse.

Dig down, deep roots.

Mirrors confused.

What do I do?

Balancing food,

Or Starving on loose.

I just wanna loose.

Don’t know why, but I should.

And I know, I’ll absolutely would.

Whatever it takes, Wether be bad or good.
Why am I this way?
Can’t find myself, focused shame.
Am I Like-Able???
Or I’m just simply Insane??
I don’t know why.

Maybe I’m just another waste.

Why am I this way?

Straight to my face.

Say it for once & repeat it again.

Personality deformed.

Hypersensitive Job.

Now you’re locked.

Again slowly gone.

Outbursts of aggressions; fought.

Pathetic looser, shocked…

What now??? Regretting Thoughts.

You’re own actions, reject you out.

A big guilt, craving loud.

Why am I this way?
Can’t ache, focused shame.
Am I Like-Able???
Or I’m just simply Insane??
I don’t know why.

Maybe I’m just another waste.

Why am I this way?

Straight to my face.

Say it for once & repeat it again.

Written by P.S  (PATIENT Stan)

Danger Anger, Danger Anger


The urge.

The sharp curves.

The blade.

Unforgiven shames.

Unknown fear of gaining weight.

Lost & deranged.

Cut again, deeper & deeper, more closer to you’re veins.

End it all, nothings the same.

Leave it all hanging you shitty face.

More than just a game.

Whenever picking up that blade.

Bleeding pathetic shames.

Pain kills the pain.

It is not you I blame.

Just a relieving form of self hate.
Pariah brains with rare luck.

Demented blades to completely mindfuck.
Keep it inside.

Beneath all of the lies.

Just respond, I’m fine.

Pretty easily saying goodbye. 
Divert the conversation.

Measure yourself to precision.

Numb, cold & dead; mood repetitions.

Afraid might loose the station.

One final fucking mission. 

To reach the relapse final destination.

Can’t seem to stop, lost senses & vision.

A completely altered perception.
Nights of Madness. 

Days of lost choices.

Provoking voices.

Wasted lifeless ness. 

OBEY!  You’re highness.

Delirium hypeness.

Insanity guidance.

Living with nightmares.
Danger Anger, Danger Anger.

Fearing you’re own filthy manners.

Habitat of addictions.

Struggling behind; kept it all hidden.

Scared, that It might one day become.

Too much of a painful toxic obsession.

Can’t seem to get it all straight together. 

Hands down, surrendered to you’re own demons.

All forms of negotiations seems like dissociation.

Once again fighting those urges, razors of parallel dimensional motion.

Danger Anger, Danger Anger.

Management to a pain forever.

Danger Anger, Danger Anger.

Fulfilling treasures.

Memories & word put together.

Danger Anger, Danger Anger.

Fade it all at once, to a pain forever.

To an everlasting pain, forever & forever.
Danger Anger.

Danger Anger.
Written by :- P.S  (PATIENT Stan)