My chaos is the battlefield of mental war.

the enemies: myself and everyone else.

I feel drawn out, them to slaughter.

disdain, the urge for undermination, unseen i proceed.

the farther i get the more i'm drained.

every victory leaves me defeated


suffering myself

where's my ally to defy this cursed me?

turn the lights out in the dusk, snuff the last glow of my candle.

enforce my blackness, till all of me has turned to hate


no one is here, the panic reaching out and schizophrenic motivations

hauling me


this world is like a horror vision

distorted beings in it

produced by conversion error,

produced by my own mind.


bleakness will never end,

abandonment in my escape weighted down by calamity.


i will defy, strengthen the mental fortress,

derive what threatens me

find protection in emotional death.


descent continues

grinds me down to nothing

no space, constricted, unable to move

cling to the last reasons

strive against losing faith in them

tormented by uncontrolled fear


suffering myself

where's my ally to defy this cursed me?

turn the lights out in the dusk, snuff the last glow of my candle.

enforce my blackness, till all of me has turned to hate


happiness so quickly gone

moments seem a million years ago

the truth hurts, perception is always something wrong

cut short my way, kill the future