The more we repeat the actions, the more we improveMy rituals are with me, a routine of obsessionsAlready the thoughtsThey dominate meThe voices tell me to be more aggressive Perfection – symmetry – repetition – beliefsCompulsion – cycle - anxiety...

Dear psychosis, Lowly your voice howls Within the wintry confines of my mind. Now is the winter Of my discontent. I feel your veil over my eyes thickening. What is reality? I reach for it, But with broken hands,...

Who the fuck are youTrying to fuck with?Since you‘re nothingBut a fuckwit I don‘t wanna be your friendI want to put your life to an end The more I knowThe more it‘s enoughI gotta sayPeople piss me off The more I knowThe...

It does not begin, it does not end. Never hear it start, never hear it stop. Ceaseless, present at every moment. This inner sound - an object of sense. With willpower we dominate, breathing at our will. Where we...