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Death in, death out
03:22
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Unwillingly enwreathed with greed
Unwittingly inhaling life’s last breath
They breathe
Death in, death out
Death in, death out
The souls I mourn aren’t those of my kin
Unabjured sons of Saturn, apex detritivores
Useless minds chained at the top of the food chain
They bring
Death in, death out
The souls I mourn aren’t those of men
Death in, death out
A requiem for those whose lives are caged
Death in, death out
The souls I mourn aren’t those of men
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Fall, fall again
05:16
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3. |
A vacuum
05:02
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So pure
03:30
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The first time I saw you seems nearer in time than the last,
an ellipse in space placing the past
in front of my eyes now old, and
We said goodbye so so many times before
We said we grew up together
And although together we grew ourselves apart,
we are still one.
Your sixteen-year old tear-salted lips arched in a smile as you taught me
The first radiant paradox of life
And without a farewell we both went to sea
We said goodbye so so many times before
somewhere in time between
past and future days of loveless pain
We are still pure
And then at times i know we are smelling the same scent or
watching the same flickering light or
Just carrying the same weight or
Thinking of a lighter you called your first,
or a post-punk mixtape
and purple ink on a tightly folded sheet that goes like this:
“whenever I am alone with you”
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And in the end
04:55
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Nostalgic for a future I’ll never have, I wonder
If the melancholia now paving the roads of the past
Has ever borne resemblance
To hope
And in the end
Elongated shadows breathe down our neck
When we walk against the sun
And in the end
Upwind and upstream don’t mean just opposition
But are reveries of ambition
Grieving over deaths I have never had, I wonder
If my scars will ever heal, now I ponder
Whether our traumatic past has always borne resemblance
To hate
And in the end
Elongated shadows breathe down our neck
When we walk towards our pain
And in the end
Upwind and upstream don’t mean just opposition
But are reveries of contrition
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6. |
The sea devours
05:56
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Chiming hours crowns us reprobate
Anoints us in predicament
Predestined to displacement
Incapable of love and hate
Ejected from a darkened gorge
Expelled from our own species’ jaws
Our fate is compromised because
It’s our past we can’t reforge
I shall execrate all the dead
I’d give them back their lives again
And death! For they could have stopped this pain
But they didn't care instead
The sea devours
We are on a raft and forgetful of our lore
The sea devours
Adrift and apart we are more and more
The sea devours
Some of us only shells left on the shore
The sea devours
Sad ghosts from the vestiges of our past
The sea devours
A sunken tower to give us prescience of how this ain’t gonna last.
Ejected from a darkened gorge
Expelled from my own species’ jaws
My fate is compromised because
It’s our past we can’t reforge
I shall execrate all the dead
I’d give them back their lives again
And death! For they could have stopped this pain
But they didn't care instead
The sea devours
We are on a raft and forgetful of our lore
The sea devours
Adrift and apart we are more and more
The sea devours
Some of us only shells left on the shore
The sea devours
Sad ghosts from the vestiges of our past
The sea devours
A sunken tower to give us prescience of how this ain’t gonna last.
The sea devours…
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My soul in Dunwich
04:02
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Best dresses worn for no one to see
Like silent notes and a thunderous silence
A memorized recital and a formulaic plea
That goes from guilt and shame to defiance
And back - is mine
Why it’s always only me and not them to crack
Undivined
Why it’s always only them and not me to be
Unashamed
Why it’s always only us and not them to feel
Death inside
Dead inside
Bloatedness catwalks for everyone to see
As if wealth or lack thereof was the only divider
Ostentatious of their illiteracy
Unable, unlike us, not to relate to either
Love, or hate
Why it’s always only me and not them to crack
Undivined
Why it’s always only them and not me to be
Unashamed
Why it’s always only us and not them to feel
Death inside
Dead inside
My soul is in Dunwich already waiting for you all to drown
The bells of my church - ancient and profane
Will ring underwater to celebrate your
Extinction at dawn
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