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.

 

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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 

Pessimistic Prism

Negative Thoughts Procedures

1 – Alcoholic, blind.

Can’t recognise.

To survive???

Living dead from the inside.

Negativity hides.

Unable to describe.

Comes out when try to deny.

Dead or alive??
2 – I trusted you.

I was the fool.

In giving you.

The freedom to loose.

You rage on me shoots,

Like a bullet from a gun into.

My sensitive heart broken by you.
3 – One more cut.

What a bloody idiot.

Self destructive behaviour.

Sibling hater.

Blade fader.

Bleeding better.

Words sharpener. 
4 – Perception has been blurred.

Out of a simple infection.

Pessimism to imperfections.

A particular center.

Defining the will of obsessions.

Looking for deep & dark sections.

Continuation.

For a simple strike to survival.

A general degradation.

Everything blamed further.

Cutting, hater.

Filthy shit! Pathetic Looser.

Congratulations.
5 – A game changer.

All medicines taken.

Insanity still craved inner.

Under a strict disorder.

Relapsing power.

A wounding generator.

Surprisingly heavier.

Mood swinger.

Do it!! You’re a failure.

A Losing Dealer.

Lighter, yet a LOOSER.
Written By P.S