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Lappelle Du Vide
04:26
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That snow on the mountain is a beauty that can crush
Cold and decumbent, a whisper will break you,
I’d die just to watch
That snow on that Mountain, is a beauty overthought
When theory and practice hold distance between them
all life’s fruit will rot
Scarring my chest, a forget me not
This perfect night, holding my breath.
Laying down arms
Javelins homing in on heated hearts rhythmic cry for withdrawal;
Forged by the fires of adolescence
Eroded by a feeling held in contentment pressed lip to lip
While mouthing our favourite songs
While mouthing our favourite songs, pressed lip to lip
Mouthing our favourite songs of suicide.
A Zenith in time
A change in the wind and the fire can blow your way
What’s done is done is no more and what’s to mature, is precarious cognition
Gravity humbles most mammoth of monsters.
A crater not a home
A grave made if laid dormant.
Why would one not choose to ascend
Not to take to the trees
Faunus; although his passion boisterous
He fears her
As he does, neither God, nor Man
Epigenetic Descent
Walk tall whilst on the mend
Ten feet tall and made of steel when all that’s weakened feels surreal
A flavor fallen out of favour; Prototypical
Life stories are best written as memoirs
Covertly carved in the arms at night
Subsequently lamented in levity.
Shooting stars don’t navigate our desires, setting sights for more convoluted targets and you’re just in god's way
A computation.
Lock cant lock without a key for fortified door chambering cannon fodder that burns half as long but twice as bright
What a sight
Locks don’t lock without a key
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Dead Stars
03:46
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You’re spreading yourself so thinly,
Thinner than the depth of your own intent.
Worth only the value at face, you’re unable to see past your own nose with regret.
Eyes: Tapered Shut,
Your Eyes: Painted and sewn to a teardrop
Your Eyes:
Painted shut.
A Dapper drape that’s opaquing perception from viewing at sin bleeding out.
Relying on Dead stars and candles, the demeanour of a child that’s sewn in. That; You pout
Now Deliver dapper dandy,
one worthy to kiss your sandy,
the gritty skin pained on your cheek,
the tiled smile chipping off your face
In desperate attempts to convey your internal paralyzing inadvertent self scattered paradox; you burst!
Guilty for the madness in which you’re ensnared by:
A child’s prayer
Serenity with admittance,
You’re not as innocent as you bleed;
Silhouetting a character blanketed in stepford war paint for a battle in which you’ve waged.
You’re Building walls with drawbridges,
You’re Digging moats filling up with distress.
Spiteing reflective characteristic traits sought out in knights while you dawn your most decadent dress!
In desperate attempts to convey your internal paralyzing inadvertent self scattered paradox; you Burst!
Guilty for the madness in which you’re ensnared by;
A child’s Prayer
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Planemo (Ego)
03:25
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A Lens wading through darkness casting light distort/focus in.
Blurred glimpses a gift and its contents can aid you or maim you
The shielded eye’s gaze is null!
Restless in omnipotence
All in One devolved to One in All
Forcing a knife hand on blade up against my grave
For Me to win this fight I must let you fall.
What it is to see a light beckoning, vague from distance totes power; choice and belief
To divide and to concur has lost its core value and meaning, yes, to be all, I must.
This Push/Pull ritualistic standard on this plain forged its own prison with novice decisions, a heaven cocooned in time.
Curse you, Ego Brain.
What it is to see the I without me the eye of divinity ceased from me
To divide and concur has lost its true meaning
Yes, this must be it, to be one; I must
My Ego Brain
Alive
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Old Hag
03:43
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Sing subtle siren songs afar
Your strength highlighted cradled in dark
A casting spell circumventing presentiment.
Staccato rhythmic recited tales of tragic woe
3 Decades callus rich affliction
Kindred embrace, we melt into this
With all the fixings: shines our nexus
The light inside your eyes, something yet to be seen
I’m hiding when I sleep
come find me in my dreams
Witch, what you see in me
Phantasmal apathy
Rigid clinging on for my life to the hand dressed edge of your sythe from 100 miles above
the warmth of a fingerless glove.
You make your move: exposed now to me.
A chase ensues: A game for you ever so scaring
That spite inside your eyes, a flame I wish not seen
You know now where I sleep
You hunt me in my dreams.
Entraps me when I sleep
Deceives me in my dreams
She’s grabbing on to me now I cant breath
Why won't you let me sleep
You’re feeding off of me
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