A Sustained Static Gaze, Oblivious To Surroundings.
Empty, Strained, Unmoving Eyes; Introverted, Paralyzed
A Burning Mass Of Emotions Denied, Enraged By Years Of Silencing.
An Accumulation Of Feelings Suppressed, Returning To Devour.
Bright Rays Of Chaos, Generated By Subconsciousness.
A Retribution By Own Thoughts; Twisting The Mind Into Fits
Fuelled With Pains Unveiled. Burning With Contamination.
Set Afire By Disowned Self-lies; They Penetrate The Eyes.

I... Am I The Next? Self Inflicted Overload.
Thoughts Returning To Think Me Away.
I... Will I Be Reprieved,
Or Am I Just Awaiting The Sentence Of My Exquisite,
Internal Machinery Of Torture

The Turmoil Arises, From The Innermost Core Of Denial.
Shining Streams Of Putrefaction, Reflugent With Disease -
In Outward Motion To Redress The Balance By Retaliation.
A Terminal Journey To Relieve Cognition Of Ability
Minds Lit Like Candles, By Rejected Senses And Emotions.
Tearing Flames, Born In Mind; Creations Of Self Deception.
Strained, Not To Lose The Grip - Humans Locked In The New Disease.
A Light By Eyes Unseen Has Come To Burn Us Clean.

Ref: I... Am I The Next?.......

I Sense; The Facilities Of The Bodily; Discorporated By The Light
All My Pleas; Denied
By My Psychological Enemy
The Inner Light Unseen

I... I'm Deceived By My
Receiving Eyes; - Susceptible
To The Endless Killing-sights

Consciousness Fails The Grip. Substance Now Decreasing
Amorphous. Without Shape - I'm Vanishing; Dematerialized
My Own Corrosive Thoughts - Probes Armed With Acid Tools
Disintegrated, I'm Bleached Out Of Reality
Scattered Bits Internally; My Last Transparent Remains;
Floating Objects Inanimate; Spinning Into My Soul
Defeated By My Contents. Tables Turned, I'm A Thought Repressed
I'm Swallowed Into Myself. Destination; Nothingness

I... Am I The Next? Self Inflicted Overload
Thoughts Returning To Think Me Away
I... Will I Be Reprieved
Or Am I Just Awaiting The Sentence Of My Exquisite,
Internal Machinery Of Torture
I... I've Been The Next. My Self Inflicted Overload,
My Neglected Thoughts Have Thought Me Undone.
I... I Was Never Reprieved
Now I Know The Sentence Of Me Exquisite,
Internal Machinery Of Torture