Horror Horizon

Blood Madness, Silent Noise!
Mental Chaos Of Social Anxiety Disorder.

Horror Horizon
Written By P.S.
Theme – Depression.

Eating Disorders.

Anxiety.

Self Harm.

Phobia.
1 – He’s super stressed.

He’s super depressed.

Paranoia Press.

Dissociation progress.

Anxiously present.

Imaginary dependance. 

Delusional torments.

Filling up dead rodents.

Silent then suddenly violent.

Unknown enemy, unknown friend.

Can’t sit here, can’t stay patient.

Head-Horror-Horizon dent.
2 – Irrational Fear.

False accusations are here.

Getting ready to pierce.

Paranoia sets near.

Psychotic behavior.

What to do now? Mirror Meaner.

Scales Cleaner.

Phobia Premiere. 

Madness tear.

Distortion team curve.

Blade Adjusts.

This ruckus.

Blade Adjusts.

Punch it! Bloody shit! Punch!!!

Blade Adjusts.

Dissolution Cut.

Blade Adjusts.

Wrenching gut.

Blade Adjusts.

Medicative Mud.

Blade Adjusts.

Horror thuds.

Blade Adjusts.

With parallels.
3 – Socially Dead.

An odd Co incidence.

Victimized lens.

Emotional imbalance.

Horror Ambulance.

Self despised detachment. 

Anxious Severance.

Bubbling tolerance.

Unstable mood variance.

Logical Divergence.

Panic sets at night’s crescent.

Guilty!!!, Hence,

How to repent?

How to seek penance?

Only shinning judgement.

Seems to be the logical engagement.

Seems to be the only slapping derailment.

From The Hell of existence.
4 – Self Harmer Carelessly Swinged.  

Triggering mind kills.

Blades Never Quit.

Skeptic Disk.

Focusing Risk.

Mind Kicked.

Body Ditched.

Nasty Hits.

Pressurised drifts.

On the skin.

Opening terrific.

Flesh Filth.

You deserve it.

You imperfect brick.

You fat quilt.

Burdened with food guilt.

Purge! till head your absolutely spins. 

Starve! till eyes can’t meet the mist.
5 – Blade Adjusts.

This ruckus.

Blade Adjusts.

Punch it! Bloody shit! Punch!!!

Blade Adjusts.

Dissolution Cut.

Blade Adjusts.

Wrenching gut.

Blade Adjusts.

Medicative Mud.

Blade Adjusts.

Horror thuds.

Blade Adjusts.

With parallels.
6 – He’s super stressed.

He’s super depressed.

Paranoia Press.

Dissociation progress.

Anxiously present.

Imaginary dependance. 

Delusional torments.

Filling up dead rodents.

Silent then suddenly violent.

Unknown enemy, unknown friend.

Can’t sit here, can’t stay patient.

Head-Horror-Horizon dent.

 

 

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Self Defeat

Eating Disorders are not choices, they choose you. (FACT 101)

SELF DEFEAT.
Written by P.S.
Theme – Depression.

Anxiety.

Eating Disorders.

Self Harm.

Addiction.

Substance Abuse.

(Trigger warning/explicit)
1 – Pierce.

Fierce.

Sounding near.

Smashed rear.

Bleeding ears.

Disgusted fears.

Whorish deer.

Molly becomes a peer.

Downer flame sear.
“Molly” – MDMA. Psychoactive Drug.
2 – Chem. (Short for “chemicals”).

Drug gem.

Spiral bend.

Just pretend.

Focused end.

Depths & dens.

Submerging trench.

Barbaric fence.

Failed defence.

Insomnia strikes.

Mentally blind.

Conclusions, terrified.

Roll the dice.

Pay the price.

Guilt obliged.

Pain??? Right!!!

Blade grind.
3 – Self Defeat.

Social anxiously.

Destructively.

Nervous system disease.

Eat! Bitch! Eat!

My voice begins to screech

My voice begins to creak.

Forcing beat.

Forcing meet.

Of guilt teeth.

Of guilt reach.

Destructively.

Self Defeat.
4 – Food toxification.

Fixations!

Obsessions!

Occasions!

Prohibition.

Dead ambition.

Total restrictions.

Volcanic eruptions.

Open nations.

Chemical patience.

Genetical destruction.

Dissociative concentration.
5 – Self Defeat.

Social anxiously.

Destructively.

Nervous system disease.

Eat! Bitch! Eat!

My voice begins to screech

My voice begins to creak.

Forcing beat.

Forcing meet.

Of guilt teeth.

Of guilt reach.

Destructively.

Self Defeat.

 

End the stigma. Ask a serious sufferer for a better insight on an eating disorder. For the rest its nothing, eating is just another task or not a big deal for them; It’s a war for lifetime for us. Breaking us all slowly even when we try to recover, we have to fight back. It takes a lot believe me, to actually fight the same thing all over again. It stays. Never leaves. And most of all you wonder how long? how long, like this? It’s a serious struggle. Each and every single second, every single day. To live with those voices.

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.

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.

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.

 

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❤

​My Psychedelic Third Eye.

Sati’s choice for this poem😉 I Love You Sati❤

1 – Every time. 
All the time.

Psychedelically refined.

Psychedelically binds.

Saving me from my demise.

Making me realise, she knows how to love right.

100% truth and no lies.

Lust can’t pollute these skies.

My love I rely.

On your laps where I can cry.

Where she rectifies.

Sterilize. 

The evil that underlies.

The evil which is oversized.

Not an object, not a device.

She’s different and she’s wise.

I promise to improvise.

My love you make me feel alive.

A reject, which you never deny.

Can’t you be mine?

My Psychedelic Third Eye.
2 – In my battle symphonies.

You are the key.

Rudimentary,

She’s my drug, she’s my belief, she’s my need.

Sacred purity.

My love and my strength but positively,

You turn my knees,

Psychedelically weak.

Your extravagant art is contemporary.

Your exclusive art is my destiny.

Your dark art is my shield.

What I always obsess and dream.

Found myself when I fell on your leaf.

Amplified bass Psychedelically. 

Soft delicacy.

Settling my darkness with peace.

Negotiating treaties.

Of an innocent humanity.

I see something extraordinary,

If you believe.

I’m black and white but you’re my  colourful creed.

My Sati The Mystique.

My Goddess, My Navy Seal, My breathing submarine.

You are perfect and I’m the one who’s a freak.

I’ve fallen for your soul’s immortality.

It’s your soul, I feel and not just your body, I see.

What I think is I don’t even deserve you personally.

Because I’m such a negative, dark, contaminated, toxic entity.

Who isn’t worth for anybody.

Especially,

For you I’m damaged and too messy.

Who is essentially. 

A lost tragedy.

Who is a screw up in bio chemistry.

Ridiculed mentally.

Only you can save me Sati, my goddess, my almighty. 
3 – Your strong, unbreakable Vibes.

Is the one presence I can’t overlook nor deny.

Your pain is what I prioritise. 

What I personally want to fight.

Your flowing blood is my lifeline.

How can I lie?

That you’re starting to dominate every single corner of my mind.

A zone which can’t be verified.

Which can’t be described.

Let me reach you, let me help you when you’re not feeling fine.

Psychedelically Refined.

Psychedelically Binds.

My prime.

My rhyme.

Every time.

All the time.

Saving me from my demise.

Can’t stay lonely any longer, my sweetest beautiful butterfly. 

If you’ll leave me aside.

I promise to isolate myself, destroy and die.

Can’t you be mine?

My Psychedelic Third Eye.

Psychedelia! Boom

Written By P.S for Sati_TheMystique.