Deviant - Benighted

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 !»

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