sustained static gaze 
Oblivious to surroundings 
Empty, strained, unmoving eyes
Introverted, paralyzed

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 
retribution by own thoughts 
Twisting the mind into fits

Fueled 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 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 
light by eyes unseen  [bad word] to burn us clean

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 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, nothingless

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