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Murk
07:24
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There is no light in you
There is no light in me
All is murk.
There is no shimmer of light
Illuminating the wickedness of dreams
As whispers lick my thoughts
Trickle in effigy
Slip through the tangled knot
A marriage to obscurity
All naiveté we tread
Desecrates the waking few instead
Close my eyelids
Release the magnificent
Truth will forbid
Lucidity’s viciousness
Cut down to splinters, even worms fall
Writhing like embers, slowly they crawl.
Eclipse eternal, cease light for all.
Drowning in torpor, lost in withdrawal.
Existence lay naked before me
Her promises flush so warmly
Anhedonic, no interest in she
I bed with amorphous misery
Maw of ecstasy, swallow them whole
Grin of despair, black laughter coiled.
There is no light in you
There is no light in me
All is murk.
There is no shimmer of light
Illuminating the wickedness of dreams
Sink beneath unwoken abyssian sleep
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2. |
In A Regal Age Ran I
05:13
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Innocence, drowning in a pit
That which my flesh permits
The deed to spread infected seed
Corrupts the soul,
Breaks the reigns to lead.
Devours all hors d’oeuvres
Gluttoned to greed
Whites the lies, lowers the mask to see
A new realm, to lay my head
To find solace from what’s been said
Forever thrust from celestial dream
Severing the Seraphim
And drinking the stream
I am benighted,
The royal thrones force feed
I have been slighted,
The will to live secedes.
Wretch, my tendons splayed
Cower, sick red bouquets.
In a regal age ran I
Reviled did I live,
Said I, as evil I did.
Deliver me (from this.)
Spectres, the labial divine
Grit teeth, psychic sense resigned
Pleasures twist in ecstasy
Drip sweat in subtle dreams
Fulfill the pallid whore
Who’s always been to blind to see
The heir to thrones and conqueror
Is me.
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3. |
Slumber
01:36
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4. |
Narcissus
03:50
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Erase life, renown my beauty
Compile lies, as a civic duty
Flash the flesh that inflicts tremors
In your spine
Entrapment in my mirror,
Divine.
O ye, the babbling ones
Spill torrents of falsehoods
Carcassed harbingers of lies
Purify my radiance through unbounded
Hysteric cleanliness
Vanity incestuous, self adorating
Castigation.
Perversions of the flesh
Seething, manic.
My completeness
I tear down distortions of myself.
Erase life, renown my beauty
Compile lies, as a civic duty
Flash the flesh that inflicts tremors
In your spine
Entrapment in my mirror,
Divine.
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5. |
Slither
08:53
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Timeless creation, I despair thee
Wrap you up in postulates,
Plummeting down with me.
All the worlds, if they were real,
Crush my lungs.
Modality of gravity.
Imagine the terror,
Dialogues with the abyss
“All this shit found its way to the sea.”
A dragon quenched
Only by Promethean flame
Slithers into the abyss
Grinds its teeth against the forms
And burns the worlds to ash.
What is divine and what do I worship?
Is it the pining for the frantic search?
Focus: life of shades.
Stare into the sun, the abyss calls my name.
Though nowhere would it be found.
Are we alone, or is it just me?
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6. |
Of The Earth
11:05
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Deep, plunging.
The deafening hooves
Of the lost man’s famine steed
A hunger so vast
That its muscles collapse
And its passengers clasp
To the flowing mane, this train derailed
And dreams impaled.
Starvation steals mind’s valued spoils
Crippled hooven thunder splits
Veins beneath the deadlocked soil
Withhold, the seventh seal
And thus creation reels.
Creatures, too far to fall from perfect
In sin.
They press the night, destroy the reigns
And bleed apocalyptic veins.
(Rev 6:3)
Sweat drips from my brow
As I vow to conquer all chaotic
And dissonant reprieve
I’ll leave once my symphonic Cacophonies trample belief.
False ways. Conflicting space.
Another stray lost in the maze
Craving the sustenance famine plagued
Another mouth to feed the praise
Raving that nothing shall become Righteous, enslaved.
I’ve walked in the halls of man
Rooted by trodden abandon
I’ll paint walls with blood by hand
Rooted in faith.
Hunger unites depravity
That lurks within us all
The inner call for petulance
Fools will starve
While my cup overflows.
Taste, a weakness I concede
The hunt, the stalk, the verisimilitude
Of pure dying grace
Savor, but never satisfy.
Trust the serpentine.
Lead me to the tree,
Barren though it seems,
All we’ll ever need to ruin everything
Swallows us whole.
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