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It Almost Looked Human

from The Sullen Sulcus by Mourning Beloveth

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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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from The Sullen Sulcus, 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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