Secluded Perversions

Dementia... as impure thoughts run rampant through me
Solitude... my only means of self-defense penetrated
Cerebral... mental suicide becomes a necessity
Instinct... molesting my emotions my favorite pastime

Self-destruction, paranoia, tainted obsession
Longing for affection with myself
Rejected by one’s own perverted intentions
Denial is long gone, breakdown of mental health

I am my own personal whore
Infected mind’s corrosion
Lusting for myself no longer
Harsh reality’s implosion

Shattered relics that once were me
Haunting my soul like clockwork
My memory nothing more than an illusion
Self-obsessions no longer in seclusion.