The Exquisite Machinery Of Torture

A Sustained Static Gaze, Oblivious To Surroundings. Empty, Strained, Unmoving Eyes; Introverted, Paralyzed A Burning Ma*s 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 Tool