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The Sullen Sulcus

by Mourning Beloveth

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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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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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released February 19, 2002

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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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