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Atrophy
03:03
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Entranced between the filth,
And the pain, to exist as so.
In bed with the cold tension of regret.
For I have many moves left,
And many more circuits that will be spun.
Floral sheets,
Hum solemnly to me.
Tireless waves of zeros and ones.
Working together in misery.
Bury my body in pillows called
Atrophy, atrophy...
Working together in misery.
Pressure to wash off the filth.
Will this nail finally hit?
Nailed to the ground,
Fists plunge, submerged, excrete fount.
Left here buried in the earth,
Years lost decaying in the dirt.
As I dance on god’s death ravine.
I’m turned to stone,
In your bed, in your bed...
Cracks or had fingers carved the message in my head?
We laugh, We laugh...
I never wanted this memory to end.
To end.
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2. |
Wind Chime Trees
02:50
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Cool air and wind chime trees,
Delating the self defaming bubbles containing me.
A profit to project the prospect of forged misdeeds,
Elating the prospect of prosecuting me.
Charred words cracked, pressed by lips.
Candle wax to the body, eating me alive.
Maybe you can’t keep people in your life?
Maybe it wasn’t your fault?
Insidious, ill will’s gateway to serpentine success,
Hold close, your expertise in escaping.
Maybe you can’t keep faithful in your life?
Maybe it’s just who you are?
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3. |
Montesquieu
05:21
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Her dress stained by the water,
As she laid you down.
Her mouth whispers “lay here… sleep now…”
As love lets you drown.
Destruction will never cease.
As if I owe, anything at all.
Dissolved every truth I’ve known.
In a light that divides us,
The scars are mine and mine alone.
Dematerialized,
As existence fades,
I wait in pain to be used
Succumb to death throes
That tumor stare...
Those parlor eyes…
This is my swan song,
you will never hear.
Drop to my knees, I will not pray.
I can blame myself.
Sharpened my teeth, bent my will, the bight.
For where I’m at in my life.
I will do, as I've always done.
Is it any different?
To become the chains and to rust as so.
From where I want to be.
Her dress stained by the water,
As she laid you down.
Her mouth whispers “Lay here… sleep now…”
As love lets you drown.
He stayed dormant,
Now art is darkness,
My world is dark glass.
And I’ve been gone…
Creased into the finest cracks.
Enchanted scrimmages,
Make your way down my spine.
Power and dancing along,
Fell between dying, alone.
I’ll never know your love
Wanted to die a thousand times
I’ll never break free.
Now you cry alone.
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4. |
Yandere
02:33
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Got this quiet disadvantage.
What I can’t see,
When eyes won’t sleep,
Where and why I hide to dream.
Am I now the violence that must be this tired and cold existence?
The treaties for trepidation, tied to the meager struggle of one’s conscience.
(Dismiss, easily, you stayed when I came home.)
(You appeared so quickly, comfort in the cold.)
Dismiss, easily, you stayed when I came home.
you appeared so quickly, comfort in the cold.
Brazen, I know.
Unsheltered, I’ll go.
(Let me be the final breath you breathe.)
Let me be the final breath you breathe.
(Let me be the burden you lived.)
Let me be the burden you lived.
Captured that old sick feeling,
Contoured my stale breathing.
Goddess, quiet, disadvantage.
Who ignores the wreckage,
Becomes the forrest,
Now seek refuge in the trees.
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5. |
Charitable Design
04:29
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I panicked, I was scared to death.
I remember, I could care less.
Exact art of ill facts seem to be dated
Between abstract to alt-fact.
Aleatory contract, I am finally released,
I will not look back.
If I won't be, then sin cannot critique me,
And eyes will not see,
Where the wax brush has licked me.
Still…
She smiles, I felt something.
She holds me, with no restraint.
Disparaged now,
Ecclesiastical vice…
Repine,
Charitable…
Design.
If the chills down my spine will resemble
My ripples by falter…
Crown me by a shroud of wilted flowers,
I laid you down in the water…
I’ll never know, all this pain.
I endure, to any sense.
I love her more...
Flowers licked my sides as I carried you.
It’s known, I know.
Flowers licked my sides as I carried you.
It’s known, I know.
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Innate
04:50
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Love grows for you, innate, I know.
Without you it’d still continue to grow.
From light to darkness,
Let this be known,
Contemplate decisions that can’t be shown.
And now I know,
Such big thoughts, For little brains, Though, I see now.
Please don’t go…
Cursed, just a dumb mouth, Spilling so much damn noise.
I could stare down mindless droves.
I’ve been sucking out all the smoke.
Mutually, eyes complain.
But I know it’s the drugs,
And the fucked up love.
And now I know,
Such big thoughts,
For little brains,
Though, I see now.
Please don’t go…
Cursed, just a dumb mouth,
Spilling so much damn noise.
For a while… Just for a while…
For a while… Just for a while…
For a while… Just for a while…
For a while… Just for a while…
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7. |
Boar God
04:11
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I snuck upon her quietly through a forrest bend,
As I Stood there impatiently as she absorbed the sun.
The fabric of life,
The carpenter of time…
Could you pick me?
Thoughts diseased, bed stricken.
a bullseye made of sheets.
Still laying here…
May you not miss me…
How could you become this lost so far...
I snuck upon her quietly through a forrest bend,
Stood there impatiently as she absorbed the sun.
To love you here, from the sidelines.
My cross to bare…
To break forth all connections,
Concerned Ill intentions
May you be the target I never miss
To love you here, from the sidelines.
Cross to bare, deflected in my mind.
To break forth connections
Concerned Ill intentions
Thought barred in all directions
Emotion bare but reflected.
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8. |
Ire and King
02:18
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“It was created between somewhere, not here…”
Ideal lies between viscose sheets,
Shrouded my lives as my intentions transformed into cellophane.
I knew myself as only as incomplete.
“I’ve rejected, stranded, someone like you.”
Distrust in time…
The final due date, a slew of distractions…
Generate shells of myself,
Counteract our intuitive factions…
“Adrift, sew strands to correct what you’ve decided,
the choice was your’s.
My eyes swell, my lungs choke me…”
“You will not find me in the graveyard.”
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9. |
The Black Flower
02:48
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I vacate this body,
Devices crackled and hummed me to sleep.
I stand on a dimming heart,
Whilst divisive tactics wind my undying clock.
My favorite flower,
Blooms from your eyes.
Your smile,
Blossoms mine.
Clear glass cathedral
Crashing shapes and spires,
My thoughts escape me.
Billowing into a whole,
Keep my eyes wicked and the will still broken.
Encaged permanently,
Clenched between a frail existence,
And broken realities.
Till the current,
Finally...
Closes.
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10. |
Golden Synapsis
05:07
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In time, I can pacify the needs…
Starstruck by your promise...
My essence was merely a comet,
Burning up in the wake,
Heart shaped lakes of commitment.
Disintegrating, in blankets of your atmosphere.
Dissolved, my coagulated resolve.
-You were a gift
But this complex is…
-The most vibrant
Casting of original sin
-Seed I have ever seen.
I know it, always fought it, now
-Held with closed fingers.
-Making sure…
This isn’t the wet paint dripping
-Not to slip.
Dripping down below,
-We found…
Sorted out ties, liquidated to
-The perfect spot.
Now, apart of everything.
Concise, the poetic angle. Anguish.
Finite, fragile wisps…
The gross intent, whispers...
Murder restraint,
Of false hope and dead dreams.
You tried so hard, to bloom, you hate it.
Inches of time crawl,
Collecting and etching their way.
Impulse through my golden synapsis.
Twigs synapse,
As the nib grasps,
Invading space where pen meets the paper.
Hemorrhaged engram, wrapped yourself in parallelism, sick old sermon…
Inches of time crawl,
Collecting and etching their way.
But I see through what stands,
As the nib grasps,
Invading space where pen meets the paper.
In time, I can pacify the needs…
You cry to me,
This rotten love still haunts me
Bury myself in the dirt,
Hemorrhaged my worth,
Now I parallel your hurt.
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