Explicit fears of secret desperation.

Insanity creeping in through the windows, seeping in through your irises while you sleep.

Infamy and suicide, linked with chains and delicate ropes.

Starve and die, then resurrect with plastic, and you are artificially perfect.

Anatomically ugly, never listen to what your eyes tell you.

Listen to how they mock you,

Correct your stance,

Correct your truths,

And live a lie as it was intended.