Something inside of me is watching me and waiting
And the thing which scares me the most is when I cannot fight anymore
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,
The eye fixed, a razor in the hand, determined to comit the worst,
The cost of the loss, a psychic
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,
voices still present, speaking to me.