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In Waves
11:19
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Slow, I wake from dream
In Waves it comes, endlessly
I see a distant shore
An ebbing tide, a silver door
Close my eyes, let my thoughts go with the turning tide
Empty mind of what's been left behind, till it's gone
Leave this pain, as I float free
Distantly see you recede from me, till your gone
In Waves it comes in waves
Leave my bones for the gods to see
Let them speak of immortality, when I'm gone
Slumber deep, 'neath an emerald tide
Silver door once barred is open wide, and I wake
In waves it comes in waves
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Falling Fathoms
08:10
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Oh, to rest my eyes!
To drift upon an ebbing tide
Such dreams as have never flown upon high
but horizon-ward, like crows, black tempests fly
The gloom of darkening skies, tossed by waves, sparrows cry
Fathoms falling
Words caught in my throat, frozen, die. Try to wake, light denied
Night is calling
These dreams have a weight, undenied. Sinking fast, like my hands are tied
Dark undertow
Icy vortex is calling below. Liminal, I don't want to go
Murky depths, sink slow
The sky is breaking above
The storms crash in my blood
As the wind and the storms start to clear I crystallize around my fear
I'm still falling
Darkness falls over cold staring eyes, fingers clenched and paralyzed
Death is calling
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Controlled Burn
10:33
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The silence hangs, like smoke in the air - Isolation
Through the window, a ghost, I stare - Transfiguration
A path was chosen, but it's no longer there - Disolution
A knot of anger, of fire and air - Self-Immolation
It's hard to sleep while this fire burns
it's hard to breathe this thick air
(With) No one to quench me, the cinders churn
alone with smoldering glare
Burn
In ash awaken to familiar despair
Blistered and hollow
Somnambulation, just sit there and stare
In molten sorrow
Oh this tainted light
Burns
Now exothermic, a pyre become
Oh to this rage succumb
Perpetual ignition inside
A furnace opened wide
Burn, burn, alight through the night
Hold all of your anger tight
Nothing is left, so don't lose sight
of your fire
Burn, burn scorching everything near
Enflame the atmosphere
Release control and touch the sun
With your fire
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Relief
07:12
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Oh these drifting thoughts and memories
Cast not in to the sea, but graven, incised for all to see
Carve my sins into the stone
Scar the lithic soul, that ever they shall be borne
By mountains in the sun, and chasms of the night
Spare me
The seismic weight of suffering, of envy and despair
To lift this weight from blackened soul, I carve and rip and tear
For relief I sculpt a fortress, a refuge carved of the earth
In relief you'll find me chiseled, a monolith of rebirth
I see myself carved in stone
I realize I'm alone
I see myself carved in stone
I realize I'm alone
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5. |
Black Stars
12:32
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Black Stars burn cold in the sky
While twin suns set behind empty eyes
A rumor drifting on brittle wings
A haunting melody on shivering strings
How long until the golden robed king arrives?
Endless echoes in my mind
Have you seen the sign?
Black stars shine on skin like stone
Dread winds moan Cassilda's poem
'Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the tattered skies'
Pallid the mask of they who sit on the throne
Endless echoes in my mind
Have you seen the sign?
See this blood upon my hands
His story sketched in crimson
A manuscript that never ends
It's rhyme and meter a prison
My bruised feet drag cross the stone
Curtain rise in Carcosa
And as the final act begins
I fall to slumber as
black stars roll above
black stars roll above
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