The Confessions of a Tormented Soul

I poison myself to endure the torments of my clairvoyant mind, A journey littered with catastrophes and irreversible scars. I chase nightmares I will find in hell, My face drowned in the fleeting vanities humanity sanctifies. I am in no rush to honor my appointment with the reaper, Like a terminally ill patient who still dares to dream. I am trapped in an asylum where appearances and masks Are the mirrors of madness. I burn my neurons with cannabis To find beauty in the ugliness of my surroundings. My indelible scars are searing reminders of my insignificance. I have tamed the violence of silence To anesthetize my demonic urges. I trust not in human frailty, Like a bipolar paranoiac. The darkness of the furnaces of the bearer of light Shines deep in my eyes. I am a solitary soul, persecuted By its demons and ghosts. The melancholy of my heart has chained My mind to the depths of bitterness. My life on Earth has been infernal torture Since the day I let out my first cry. I am compelled to sow the seeds of chaos In this dimension, to unlock the gates of immortality. A symphony of blasphemies, to discover every fragrance of freedom.