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Memories
02:29
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Connect,
Failing,
Choking,
The Anecdotes
Stored in,
His chest,
Movement,
Has not graced her
Years that,
Spin backwards,
Tear,
Her dried out skin
Scars etch,
Themselves,
Across,
The Decaying
Figure,
Of loss,
Time's left,
Necessity
Stumbling,
Without,
Grasping,
The essence of
Acknowledgement,
One final hymn rings through
The,
Labyrinth,
Of past,
Despair and hope
I bleed like you do.
This world is ugly
to me and to you.
Guilt and despair
go hand in hand.
We're not supposed to care.
I'm free, but not from solitude,
Put your face into my arms,
I'll carry you away from disgust,
I'm here for you,
away from distrust.
Dilated pupils,
possess
The features of,
His blood soaked face
Emotions now,
Dying in the,
Disconnection,
Recollections,
Failing him and,
His idle thoughts
She's now laughing,
Slowly at him
Hoping for,
One more broken limb
And the relief,
Of her freedom
Bequeathed to her,
From his sorrow,
These elegiacs now poisoning both their souls and their existences
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Dissonant
03:02
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Recollections
Of a severed tendon,
That never was
Strangling elation
And sucking hope
From the marrow
Oblivion and,
Linguistics clash,
Devoid of objective
And the senses
Peeling back emotions,
Exposing the core,
Naked and ugly
Bottling aphorisms
My face is painted
with wrinkles and weaknesses.
This world has tainted
my friends, my family.
Our lies float up and crumble on us.
But I'm glad because our apathy needs
to be cleansed by friends
who just sit and breathe.
Thoughts exist,
But none take root
Mutual existence
Devoid of unity
Alive,
He's still breathing
Wasting no words
The boy spares no attention
Breeds new contempt
He's not listening
Retaining empty holes
Free from weight
And importance
Their fields of vision
Crash and burn
The product of evolution
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3. |
Penumbra
02:38
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Underneath the gaze of would be deities
The coils that had constricted began to loosen
How strange it was to reject
Freedom with such passion
The frequencies of poorly written
Verses were the last great anxiety
Stepping down from the platform it fell into place
The moon and the sun hit the earth
And embedded themselves in the crust
When necessities alleviated; desires
Occupied uneven segments
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Illuminations
02:34
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A body,
Confinement,
Isolation,
Nature reveals itself
Circles spinning,
Lines blurring,
Visions trap us
Roman a clef
Doesn't heal
Never did
Giving
Lies in the confusion
Emergence
A revelation
A walking shadow
Blinds the youth
He closed his eyes
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Our Eulogies
04:43
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Caskets line the soil
Thoughts and memories fill them
When will spirits join the contents
Shatter the security
and bathe in the complexion
When did he die?
Who pulled the trigger?
His existence hasn't left
I guess,
dying is fair.
Or I guess,
Dying is unfair.
Deflate the frequencies
The architectural pondering
Rip the roots from the soil
And eradicate the pain
Guilt for hate,
sad to say
goodbye today.
Greet decay.
Day by day
light will start to shade.
Peruse reverie,
sleep heavily.
Erase the questions
Erase the answers
Erase the sentence
Immobility plagues our sleep
And robs our ambitions
O, holy angels if you're listening
Sing us to sleep and rob our intentions
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6. |
The Sky Was the Floor
03:47
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Stored in the recesses of our minds
We watched and we wept
Until there were no tears left to
Grace their wrinkled faces
A flame flickers, burns, and dies
But the compulsions won't let him pass
It's always been there, the ghost
It's always been whispering
Weaving threads of obsession
This endless famine of the joys,
And the sorrows are there too,
This complexion hides them all
Unraveling the sanctuaries slowly
And burning the cathedrals quietly
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Insomnia
03:49
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The mares are still dying in his sleep
Still infiltrating the most sacred of ideas
The blood has already blinded him
Everywhere he looks despondence
blankets his face
Adhesive glues affection
Voices and eyes are my protection
Veins in my arms will go to my grave
My brain won't stay the same.
Landscapes and blueprints,
planned in my mind,
will be wrinkled over time.
Childhood, senility, in-between,
can I call this my metamorphosis?
The metal chilled his flesh
It's features aren't foreign
He knew,
He saw,
He wept
Discretion laughs over the corpse
Envy swims in the blood
Process has evaporated
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8. |
Ghost Dance
09:07
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Ideas writhing
Perceptions dissipating
Burn marks serve as the reminder
Truth has no measure
We just dance until we grow old
And hang our heads in sorrow
Hoping we've found an answer
I can't recall familiarity
with words and structure
to organize my tolls,
my responsibility,
regret, my chest can be powerful,
but cripples.
Communication can be corrupt.
I've said so much.
Do you think
we'll ever go back?
On top of a full glass,
there is wisdom.
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9. |
Post Tenebras Lux
01:53
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10. |
Heaven
07:59
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Only here are the foundations realized
Their last words rest in the trees
And exhale through the soil
Close our eyes
and forget we understood
Only here did the comfort form
Reassurance pulsating throughout the formations
Joy nestled and grew in our breasts
False truths refused to bleed through the sky
Sleep came and bestowed it's hypnotisms
No one complained
The wind was gentle
Intoxication graced our eyes
Hours couldn't measure
worth
Could breed no knowledge
It's raining, it's pouring,
my spirits are soaring,
then they decay, they get sent away,
and I'm back to my anger and hate.
Dreams retrace those footsteps
Never went anywhere
Beauty drew them
Nature purged us
It's raining, it's pouring,
life doesn't seem so boring.
Then your past comes to mind
and I try, and I try,
but I can't seem to unwind.
Close our eyes,
let's close our eyes
and forget we understood
Why don't my tears dry
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