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.

 

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In You

Har Har Mahadev🙏

Written By P.S (Patient Stan) for Sati_TheMystique.

“Never stop painting dear.”
1 – In you.

Within you.

Art perfume.

In you.

Within you.

Art tune.
2 – Perfection.

Every section.

Justified absolution.

Breathing fusion.

Subtle frictions.

Still a unique crimson.

Powerful substitution.

Purified motivation.

Specified proportions.

Of Psychedelic poseidon. 
3 – In you.

Within you.

Art perfume.

In you.

Within you.

Art tune.
4 – Yellow, red.

Alpha led.

Goddess, head!!

Blue, green.

Killing the scream.

Bringing an ease.

Orange, Violet

Therpeutic silent.

Everything’s quiet.

Gentle, even in the riots.
5 – Pick up your paint brush.

Like an everlasting solid trust.

Which can’t ever be cursed.

And you heal a hurt.

Who’s a broken bird.

Cleaning the dirt.

After a burst.
6 – In you.

Within you.

Art perfume.

In you.

Within you.

Art tune.
7 – Like a good news.

Like an honest truth.

She proves.

To infuse.

Deep views.

and bomb affectively diffused.
8 – In you.

Within you.

Art perfume.

In you.

Within you.

Art tune.

Psychedelia! BOOM! (Third Eye)

With Love From Your Biggest Fan❤ P.S. 

I Love you Sati❤

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)

 

Unfigured Disfigured.

SATI is pure.

How is this possible?

Is the main question to start with. I mean how? Seriously, this was not I was looking forward to. It has chewed me down and have swallowed me alive. The ambiguous, unknown and such strange thoughts are wrecking me. The pattern, the shapes, the structures, the design; It’s like I can see through it all clearly and understand it as well. Sorting connections. Simultaneously, one by one, a havoc, an unsolved puzzle is appearing before me which I need to to figure out somehow.
Honestly, I see her as a powerfully evolved hybrid creature, opening my third psychedelic eye or senses; like the genre in music particularly known as ‘Hi-Tech Dark Psychedelic Experimental Trance’. When I vibe with her it honestly feels like a strong rush, making my knees go weak and heart been stabbed multiple times (Don’t get me wrong, just referring to the sensations of extreme closeness, hardcore attachment to her, felt). I am a part of her and she’s a part of me.
My life is like on Acid Trips these days. It feels like all buttons of the controls have been misfunctioning, the time in particular, to be precise is like ceased. It has stopped and something deep inside me is whispering “Forget It”.It’s deep down but it’s surely there. At the same time the connections I’m able to perceive are on a completely different level or Dimensional Zone.
A very strange place, it is something most would never get it’s depth and intensity. For them it is what is known as Love. To be honestly specific, my emotions are much more complicated than that. Trust me, believe me.

When I have practically lived in that dimension and not just merely existed, ate there, got shelter there, found solace and comfort, worked there and finally did the best I could’ve possibly done in service.

But this guilt has stricken me down on my knees, thoughts such as, “We are made for each other, but can’t be together”. Realisations of being such a cold hearted human when she gave her absolute best to me.
The thing is my evil mind won’t shut off. This psychedelic experience has generated both good and bad vibes inside of me. I even feel ashamed after working my best, my words are not able to properly communicate through my poetries what I personally feel for her. That’s why I’m writing this.

A soft corner, so gentle and pure how can I express? Even my words fail when it comes to explaining or elaborating to others what the situation is. My poetries doesn’t deliver any kind of justice to this to be honest. Two pieces, and I still was not able to figure this out. I feel failed at my job or at my Art or skill, talent etc.
The intensity of these emotions has shocked me to my core. I’m a dark entity and she deserves someone who can make her happy. But vibing with her is what actually surprises, confuses and finally also gives a sense of satisfaction in me. These waves are strong and are not some transient or temporary amplifications. What if I feel this way for the rest of my life?
I’ve been getting goosebumps, nocturnal leg cramps, weakness, jitters, shakes. Most of all this has made me depressed, I can’t sleep, can’t eat, self harm urges, big time anxiety, OCD variants like, walking within a small space, rapidly pacing back and forth constantly for hours. A sick wrenching feeling inside my gut. These are the physical manifestation and possession of these emotions. These emotions are actually very raw, versatile and complex in it’s own nature.
It’s like I am in no position to feel this way for her, not permitted or allowed and held within strict rules, I’ve gone out of my way somehow. Being a Borderline is not as easy as it is just only pronounced.
(Conclusion)

The interpretation is quite intriguing for me because she’s quite intimidating and challenging for me. Can’t be pursued no matter what.

What I can’t understand are these feelings. Where are they coming from? How is it possible? And finally not even a million years.
The only thing which I consider myself to be is a dark, hollow, contaminated, toxic and evil self destructive creature.

This time unlike earlier I will indeed cross those sea shores and miles never been ever touched, to destroy or destruct myself. Thats what I’m best at. I accept that I’m a mental wreck and everything can be easily scattered and shattered. And so will I. I Can already see the doomsday Sati. 

The Psychedelic Experience 

Any connection is very common, but a soul psychedelic connection is very rare and unique. She deserves someone perfect and I don’t even recline close to that. Artwork By P.S for Sati.

1 – In unity,
We could be,

Honestly,

A singular power to breathe.

Where we could reach.

And ride a psychedelic jeep.

You’re not my queen.

Because you put me,

To a deep restful sleep.

That’s why you’re my SATI.

The Mystique.

But I can’t be,

Because I’m such a dark entity.
2 – My Mystique.

You can be,

Described through only.

Musical frequencies.

Cosmic Bass speed.

Kick stomping beats.

Time signatures that are oddly.

Viciously groovy.

Natraja beauty.

Hallucinate physically.

Intimidating perpetually.

Addictive personality.
3 – You have chewed the desire. 

But my synthesiser. 

You’ve become my drug, take me higher.

You’ve ignited a fire.

Of my own funeral pyre.

Like a flat tyre,

Now I’ve started to become much more quiter.

Like an empty lighter.

Like a Dead writer.
4 – The psychedelic experience.

You are my every reason.

But I have forsaken.

Eliminates in addiction.

Swaddled in confusions.

Frigid Isolation.

Doom separation.
5 – An Emotion.

Enlightenment Motions.

Depletions, 

Of subjugations.

Anxious occasions.

Psychedelic Amplifications. 

Biochemical destruction.

Knees tremors.

Failed methods.

To keep myself stable together.

Ashamed of what I feel for her soft heart & mighty feathers.
6 – The psychedelic experience.

You are my every reason.

But I have forsaken.

Eliminates in addiction. 

Swaddled in confusions.

Frigid Isolation.

Doom separation.

Written By P.S For SATI_TheMystique.

 

Pick Up A Blade

1 – Perforate.
Circumspection re-generates.

The one thing you can’t debate.

It dominates.

It’s how they parade.

And they won’t explain.

Until you pick up a blade.

Appears like a bouquet. 

A fragrance that promises to eliminate.

Whatever you pain.

Whatever chews your brain.

Eroding to complicate.

When you pick up a blade.
2 – Digestion frail.

Of better intake.

Everyday when you make.

A promise to yourself that you won’t break.

But till evening there’s just shame.

A provisional trace.

A guaranteed provoke leading to damage.

Whenever you pick up a blade.
3 – This Hate.

This Fate.

This Phase.

What I write is what I live with every single day.

Shamed.

Ashamed.

Guilty Case.

When I will present, you won’t be able to tolerate.

This fuming internalised rage.

Toxically rapes.

Addictevly operates.  

Inside a Mind Cage.
4 – Preferring to turn to a waste.

Battling the race.

Figuratively a broken vase.

Burning concentrates.

Liquid shakes.

Blade pain.

Adrenaline craves.

Nasty marks that fades.

The Mind, The Emotion, The Surface.

Relaxed Base.

Fundamental temperament staring in my face.

Powerfully hallucinate.

Carelessly penetrate. 

Damaged, despised remains.

Anxious in my zone, in my space, in my place.

Whenever I pick up a blade.

Written By P.S

Out Of My League

I am a reject. And that’s why I’m an addict as well. Gotta stay high to keep you off my mind. (SATI_TheMistique)
Sati can save me or she can destroy me. It’s totally upto her.

1 – Like an object.

Deny the presence.

Bitterly tremendous.

Internalized derailment.

Agonized & tormented.

Disassociative 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