Dysmorphophobia

I inject once again this ocean in my veins.
Two claws scratch my throat,
Leaving blood and fierce despair.
A lullaby drives me in my delirium,
And the bones are dust.
Dust, dust everywhere.
Lying on the ground, the powder
Is a blanket of memories that swallow in tears.
Acidic tears and the ocean where I sail is now moving.
My body trembles.
Everything burns instantly, everything demorfs.
Dysmorphophobia in the mirror.
She is stuck inside of it.
I would like to save her.
Delirium, chronic delirium.
Heal me, inject happiness.
Heal me. She is inside the mirror.
Dysmorphophobic complaint, the mirror breaks.
She is dead. Her imagere there. She is dead.