The Exquisite Machinery of Torture Meshuggah

A sustained, static gaze
Oblivious to surroundings
Empty, strained, unmoving eyes
Diverted, paralyzed
A burning mass of emotions
Enraged by years of silencing
An accumulation of feelings suppressed
Returning to devour
Bright rays of chaos
Generated by subconsciousness
Retribution by own thoughts
Twisting the mind into fits
Fueled with pains unveiled
Burning with contamination
Set afire by disowned self-lies
They penetrate the eyes

I
Am i the next?
Self-inflicted overload
Thoughts returning to think me away
I
Will i be reprieved?
Or am i just awaiting the sentence of my exquisite, internal machinery of torture

The turmoil arises from the innermost core of denial
Shining streams of putrefaction
Refulgent with disease
In outward motion to redress the balance by retaliation
A terminal journey to relieve cognition of ability
Mind set alight by rejected senses and emotions
Tearing flames, born within
Creations of self-deception
Strained, not to lose the grip
Humans locked in the new disease
A light by eyes unseen has come to burn us clean