The rhythm of pre-meditated harm, blacking out before the damage is done

Finding comfort in disgust, I'm backwards, I'm fucked

I'm here but my mind is gone

Too much is never enough, push the threshold pleasure never fills up

Gluttony is a rumor, the need is real

The coping is redundant but it helps me feel

Is that you, on the other side of the glass?

Am I facing divinity, or apparitions of the past?

Melting away, the glass screen shines on my face, everything I am

My eyes strain to recognize this reflection, so far from perfection, self-indulgent perception

Infatuated with self, the noise of my thoughts start playing their song

If I write the script, I will only eat my words and dry heave on self sabotage