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The Words that Crawled
12:25
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Lie in endless wait behind some cold shadow for a stream of stars that have long since died.
Their burnt cinders fall upon my heaped corpse and seep into my open pores.
With the deadened silence of my exiled mind shattered a torturous word crawled to the darkest cavern of my
being where a dim glow resonated from the eyes of my dead dream and tore a hole in my lachrymal sleep.
'Twas as if I had motioned the skies to part, and a piece of heaven to tumble past my hungry eyes when a
single lonely drop fell to the inviting earth and buried unending furrows to carve me open.
An absurd drop of pain within such a vast ocean of disease
presented a dismal glimmer of searing bliss that passedin such a blinking moment
that it might have slipped unnoticed but for the piercing cries in my heart
The dismal moments have now passed to flounder between the sea
and disease and lay waste to your bubbling pores.
The soft murmurs poured forgiving
and with envious assault laid waste my breath
In fleeting moments of joy a knock betrayed the vigilant ear and drowned in vastness.
You see through the dream, behind the vacant smile of the dead
And cut the seams, that held together my breath
Lifeless I lie, thoughts tear my mind and you fly
Your sharpened breath, echoes these halls for life
Slip the warm knife through my searing flesh
Nefarious agony slips inside my smile
As the swallow lands and bleeds, to suck the light and with it weave, dark veils of strangling gloom to cover
this silent room.
A fragment of shuddering light appeared and began to bite at the air, so thick with deceit, that all stood
still, all was weak
to echo through your soft, murmurous heart
and pierce your every word.
The dreaming veil strangles your shortening breath
as oceans of pain wash through your open veins and pour to the inviting earth.
To leave not a trace of those moments
that filled the empty halls and cold
would be to close the shutters on the day(and to dream behind a veil).
The word that crawled around inside falls away.
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It Almost Looked Human
07:21
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With raiment bedecked by the grey, cloudfilled sky and the larks song pouring
on the dying day the chain upon my limbs, groping the fleshless wounds,
devoured the yearning bowels of compassion from foetal darkness.
Sleep derived from falling to escape breathless depths
where the dreamless pursuit is shattered, fused by contrivance
from stained womb, drowning in the air so thick with deceit
that the vapours of passion drop to your feet.
"From this angle it almost looked human
But the hole in the ocean just swallowed me up"
Down here you may hear a sharpened scream
forming featureless, enfettered states
that have me tearing the walls of danger
down here all is dark and dazzling
Slain by bliss and grief I kissed the raindrop on your taut, wooden cheek to reveal an empty cry that passed
in the swaying of the breeze.
In possession of a celestial object the obtrusive fatigue lay still in a corner.
The vivid, shuddering emotion let loose on the flawed pursuit returned bare.
To walk among intricate ordeals, to survive the artifical heaven that turned the marble monuments pale is
a cold effigy to the dulcet murmurings of loneliness.
The insolent caul spoke of forgetfulness and the glittering air that tends the limpid seasons. The sea of
reason clawed its way to a height and came crashing down, while the blazing thoughts lay vunerable beneath the
elusive gaze.
The distance is not a door but a silent, black wall to which we are committed. The moon is gone but my lidless
sleep remembers its traces like fingerless hands crawling on my back.
The sinister duel between waking and torture rages on as the dour hours slowly fall.
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3. |
The Insolent Caul
10:08
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4. |
Narcissistic Funeral
13:33
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5. |
My Sullen Sulcus
11:23
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6. |
Angers Steaming Arrows
10:38
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Mourning Beloveth Ireland
It may have seemed a sign of hope that we are surrounded by humanity, but they are merely there to pick our bones, malignant. Growing on the mind like mould, a mere sliver of light drifting between wars and plagues for there is no sound of silence, no famine of the mind ... more
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