1. INVASION OF A DEFENCELESS MIND

Do you remember us?
The ones you left out in the cold
Do you remember what happened to us?
Our souls subjected to that unspeakable horror
In the cold void of night
We were followed
You could have saved us
We were isolated
Where were you?
We were isolated
Why didn't you help us?
They removed our faces so that we would not be heard
You cannot see us but we are gathered around you
Asking you to answer us
How could you allow this to happen to us?
Why have we been forgotten?


2. TRAPPED INSIDE AN IRRATIONAL CONSTRUCT

Safety is extinct as its transient nature renders it meaningless
Fear that their smiles will melt away at any moment
Revealing monstrous visages of hostile contempt
Cold resentment constructed around fiery core of unstable rage
Everything is taken away from you at any moment
You cannot stop this, nor can you predict its occurrence
From semblance of calm to utter havoc and mind-ruining agony
Tortured by uncertainty of when they will turn on you next
Pain of years of perpetuated emotional abuse
Buried under inheritance of hatred, a shadow over generations
A cruelty so single-minded in its intent to torment the defenceless
Needles into a child's eyes, screaming for security


3. PHANTOMS DESCEND THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT

We despise your hollow empathy
You cannot grasp the immensity of the trauma that has been inflicted upon us
The eternal weight of shame upon our shoulders
The maddening anxiety that clouds our scar-fractured eyes
Now receded into our skulls, into the dead, soulless slates where our faces once were
We no longer exist as individuals, for we have been erased
By their selfishness, by their disregard, by the primeval urgency of their radiance
It punctured our souls and flooded them, smothering our own into insignificance
We are empty corpses filled with the volition of our tormentors
Drowned out by the voices of others, isolated from the world outside
We cannot be reached nor can we reach out to others
None shall hear our voices, none shall share our pain
But you will know our story, we did not die in vain


4. THE VILE PHOENIX OF OBJECTIFICATION

But they are ruined, contorted abominations born of their own suffering
They know no security and can only inflict further misery upon you
Shallow illusions are all that separate you from the unbearable reality
They loathe your very existence and long to strangle you in your sleep
To silence a voice in opposition to theirs, to reign unchallenged in a lifelong nightmare
Hollow promise of hope, shattered so many times that you realize it does not exist
Nobody loves you because nobody can love you
You are a worthless disgrace and revolting to all other beings in your need of self-sufficiency
They would have you entombed in their filth and forgotten for all eternity
Stay your own course and you will be the pathetic, hapless victim you have always been for the rest of your wretched life


5. DESCENT INTO THE DEPTHS OF DEPRAVITY

Endlessly constructing rationalizations to justify your vile actions to yourself
Endlessly plummeting into the jaws of time
Slowly sinking into the oceanic cradle of your imagination
Falling further and further from what you once called reality
Now only a distant memory, in this realm of torturous paranoia and colossal delusions
Delusions that you are loved by those around you
Delusions that you are safe
Nobody is safe and death can strike now at any moment
Bringing the curtains of your mind crashing down around you
And revealing the horrifying, unbearable reality of how ruined your life really is
How alone you really are
How despised you are by all those around you
How your dreams are nothing but vain illusions far beyond your reach


6. DISORDER IN THE COLLECTIVE UNCONSCIOUS

Yet still they compel you onward, further into the collective unconscious
Colliding with countless souls along the way
Souls that recoil at your touch and howl at your deaf ears
Oblivious to the carnage in your wake
You fall through the superseding levels of existence
Leaving failure and chaos in each
And leaving each with ever more scars
You raise your hands in supplication
You beg for respite and release
You beg for an end to all this madness
But it's already too late
There's already someone on the other side