Deviant

Something inside of me is watching me and waiting

And the thing which scares me the most is when I cannot fight anymore

I'm hearing speaking the voice of my father disturbed by fits of abstraction

Silences of mind

I always do what voices in my head tell me to do

You are no one a child of naught you'll burn in fire

You have to hide

Shame of life mistake of nature swathe your face your monstrous features

You are condemned&nbsp

I always do what voices in my head tell me to do

Atered and disfigured dysmorphophobia

The eye fixed a razor in the hand determined to comit the worst

The cost of the loss a psychic rebirth

Through this path enslaved to my own delirium delivered by auto mutilation

In front of my reflection so detestable I tear pieces of my face

Again until I will be unrecognizable

My acts relieve my mind I forgivemyself his absence

But the voices still present speaking to me