Emotional Salvation

Seeking out pure isolation
A place to hide from my own creation
It’s a lethal combination
Blood and tears on the same occasion
Slowly moving towards my destination
Coming to no particular realization
Bleeding out of pure desperation
An addiction turned to fascination
It’s a certain dedication
A corrupted sort of celebration
Just one simple preparation
An amateur’s attempt at sterilization
A shadow’s melancholy imitation
Guilty by association
Steel-to-flesh collaboration
Body and soul’s annihilation
Left up to a friend’s misinterpretation
The scars represent an infatuation
Too fucked up from this medication
Long ago ceased the hesitation
There’s no longer any explanation
Just a mind tarnished by its generation
There was no other indication
Of a razor’s decadent infiltration
And a constant duplication
All that’s left is a deformation.
An obscured rebel’s declaration
Against an inner altercation
Shouting out for liberation
But all that’s left is a perforation.
Do you remember that abomination?
Chaos inside your head a constant frustration
Desperate for some type of amelioration
The only relief is a vicious mutilation.
Happiness a form of hallucination
Only achieved by constant reiteration
Of the thing that most think is a vulgarization
Do you understand my utilization
Of physical pain to cure emotional fixation?
It takes away thoughts of other intoxication
And leaves only guilt with this aberration.
It’s a correct accusation
A poisoned variety of annexation
Of society’s need to put me on probation
To keep me insane for a certain duration.