For Your Safety

Another doll in a money-making game. Show your skin and your bills will be paid. Drained into the perfect shape. And show your skin. Soon your beauty will fade. A false Hollywood promise. Soon your beauty will fade anyway

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 23, 2026

One more american TV show, another brain cell dismissed. Where did the reality turn? Push the knob, if it's not worn out, and what do you see? Etertainment, just entertainment. Like the eightyfour the screen is watching you. Controlling your actions

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 23, 2026

Fuck you and your stupid routines. Count from one to ten and you got the routines. We need more freedom. The same old nine to five working day, doesn't work anymore. It's the same, all the same, nothing new. We need more freedom, I want to dance again. I want to be miles away from the fucking daily routines

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 23, 2026

Everything out up for sale, for the benefit of everyone. Or just the chosen few, selling their lies as the end of history. Protest denied with a friendly smile. This is it, no better way. We see their suffering, but it will work out fine, when everything is fitted to our big plan

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 23, 2026

You used to smile. Your blue eyes shaped the perfect picture. The picture of joy created by material. Too tragic. To one fine day. And you said: There is no happiness here, no happiness here

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 23, 2026

Not how they want you to be. So you need to change, to fit in so perfectly and satisfy their eyes. Replaced by plastic "beauty" to become a fashion look. Still a photographic memory, so they will see right through you. To change, not just for a day. Under the knife, scars run deep. Your skin so beautiful. Destroyed by the knife

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 23, 2026