Out Of My League

1 – Like an object.

Deny the presence.

Bitterly tremendous.

Internalized derailment.

Agonized & tormented.

Dissociative measurements.

Isolatory dominance.
2 – Hate me.

Because you’re out of my league.

Ripping my skin presently.

Reject your greed.

Unexpected needs.

Down on my knees.

But you’re out of my league.

So hate me.

Hate me now, please.

Because you’re out of my league.
3 – I am potentially toxic.

Helplessly fought it.

Still it’s a vicious fix.

Tolerating the hits.

Fading the nasty bits.

I am too ugly & shame filled.

I can’t be fit.

So let me quit.

Wasted drifts.

Landing intensive.

Slow but pervasive.

Isolative.

Hyperly destructive.

Repetitive.
4 – Pop up your meds.

Quite the opposite instead.

Blur & numb.

Probably feeling dumb.

Battles become,

A sticky gum.

Running out of luck.
5 – Fright rate.

Immensely paced.

Tolerate.

This hate.

But can’t wait.

Because it’s now bursting in flames.

In severe rage.

Profound permanent mistake.

Blood on nails.

Pain erase.

Weight gain.

Eating shame.

Mind equates.

Brutal hails.

Monsters made.

Brain opiate.

But still functioning to terminate.
2 – Hate me.

Because you’re out of my league.

Ripping my skin presently.

Reject your greed.

Unexpected needs.

Down on my knees.

But you’re out of my league.

So hate me.

Hate me now, please.

Because you’re out of my league.

6 – Futile.

Reptile.

Terrified.

Losing every fight.

Blades occupy.

To decide.

Depth of the pile.

Boiling & bubbling inside.

Craving it to stay alive.

Lost sight.

Mortified.

Pressuring shine.

Piercing the eyes.

Seduction rise.

Begin the ride.

Individualized.

Secretly quietly contain the size.

Put on your mask of disguise.

And say this to you, leave me blind.

Like a broken string of a kite.

Written by P.S 

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.

Wasted

1 – All pointed fingers.
Exclaiming out all of the failures.
Deluded by what’s actually real.
Misguided towards a fall with final fear.
An unplanned death, running near.
A veteran fighting a loosing fight.
In the the end, he also knows, he wouldn’t survive.
Instead of living in shame, it’s better to die.
Alcoholic dependancy & a depressing night.
A knot held in my hand, thinking about suicide.
Almost close to ending my own life.

2 –  A final decision made.
A fucked up mind again.
Slowly starts to generate.
Thoughts occupied with disgusting hate.
Degradation absolutely maintained.
Stay Obidient or else you’ll be slapped across the face.
With a blade, running deep across you’re arms, 90° Straight.
Bleeding Out, let’s  fucking wait.
Wait to fucking see, what all remains.

3 -A locked up cage.
My mind locks myself again.
All kinds of mechanics, completely failed.
A living body, slowly rotting away.
There’s absolutely nothing in this life, left to gain.
Possessed to obsess over; TERMINATE.
Evil stays.
Neither it fades.
Nor you could debate.
Evil mind in a possessed state.
Starting to take control to celebrate.
To kill it’s victim & erase his name.
Nagging continously to irritate.
Turning him miserably insane.

4 – A shotgun held too close.
Loosing all the necessary controls.
A lost soul.
All lost hopes.
Bam – Bam…Here the fucking trigger goes.
Face splattered, brain exploded, blood on the floor.
Bye – bye dear, lying there, absolutely cold.
A lost life & a sold soul.
Died with his choices, which no one would ever come to know.
A failed patient, that wasn’t able to cope.
Left all of it & instead chose.
A godamn black, closing door.
He got wasted just now, but died a very long – long time ago.

Written By :- P.S. (PATIENT Stan)