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BREACH GLASS HORIZON
09:26
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On the edge of an eroding cliff
Soil plummets to the encroaching tide
The sun fading below the horizon
And the red washing deeper still
Trembling hands
Rust from rings and scars
As I began my ascension
Eyes bright, cut jaw, allies surrounding me
Never a gaze offered downward
Never an axe off the nape
Callous foundation
Calcified plinth
Marbled erasure
Plate xenolith
They spat on my name
As I brought fire and chains
And gouged from the earth
“A trifling dissent”
I smiled as I gave out the order
Burgeoning eclipse
“Bring me their martyrs
Bring me every single heathen's skull”
A silhouette in the anointed light
A shadow cast deep over their progeny
What little marl left in this unacclaimed tomb
Seeded with apostasy
It's getting harder to stand up straight
To placate the dust in my nerves with a roll of the shoulder
To maintain a quiet stare with the mirror
To reach out and clasp the wisps
Of what semblance of principles remain
They slip like coral crumbling in the reef
The drifting gasp of a dying dog
Tongue lolling, legs twitch
Does their last thought lie with their keeper
Or with their mother?
Chalk outlines in sitting positions
Arms folded, legs crossed
Heads tilted in mild disagreement
Flat bruises on broken wrists
A chronicle of amber and paranoia
The glint snaps back to the prospect
To the dying grass curled under toe
To the abyss
To the step
To the shift
To the pitch
To the gore
A quaking breath lurching with pretexts
A stuttering hiss dripping venom
A dissonant aria of recompense
A fetal crouch in totality
Do these aerial hands push
Or is it their weight that stirs my tread?
Conclusions lost in the rush of silt and smog
The few precious seconds till azure met
Solace has never felt so vacuous
Clouding skies, gray from mold and rot
The sun fading, and the red washing deeper still to the shore
The red washing deeper still into black
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Knives out - sixteen blades for each eye
Passive conception of anguish
Tempting moths drawn to ordained flame
Absent mercy, only consequence
Knives out - clean and dress Their glacé flesh
Passive, systemic necropsy
Tempting wrath nigh amaranthine
Absent mercy, only consequence
I've been thinking
More and more - why was I born
In the teeth of a strip-tiller?
Constant churning
Spitting up nothing but flak
Erroneous animadversion
Further extirpated in isolation
If I could breach
These warped coulters
I would not plead for the axiomatic
I would grasp
For nothing less than the hilt
The biting tan, the fissured gray, palms read
Scraping raison d'être from culled derision
Bless us
None remain
To bring assuagement
None survive
To reap remission
Writhe
A droning hum behind my eyes deepens
(Phoenix to ashes, ashes to granite)
As I bathe in fluorescence
These fibrous veils do little more than
Cast oblivion in a pale coral
Probing nystagmus against blind
Larvae begging for wings in kind
Shattered knees and osseous caves
Apostles culled, tarnishing grace
Stepping stones sink into the coil
A shattered brand: ouroboros
(Phoenix to ashes, ashes to torment)
Asserting dominance over my gasps
Stunted claws and broken fangs
Or so you'd think
(Knives out)
Left without a chance at transmigration
To find a path devoid of woe
I'll carve through You
Knives out
Knives out
Knives out
Bring me your faithful
Knives out
Knives out
Knives out
Bring me your justice
Knives out
Knives out
Knives out
Bring me your hallowed
Knives out
Knives out
Knives out
Knives out
Knives out - sixteen blades to feed
Active proliferation
Repulse every last lament
Dissecting a one-winged bird
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SPEAK III
08:59
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Choke
On the gaps your tongue pressed through your teeth
Bleeding gums dripping with virulence
A python coiling through coded language
The boiling pot force fed to nescience
Calm down
We're just asking questions
No need to get upset
Ignoring context?
You're acting irrational
There is a room filled thick with gas
And I calmly wait
Match in hand
I close my eyes and scream into the pillow
I keep wondering why it never feels right
The unyielding shadow of death
Watching over like a god
I keep screaming in silence
It feels so wrong
They keep asking questions
“Do you know what you're doing to yourself?”
I shrug it off but my head stays heavy
And I don't need your fucking help
Don't ask me why I'm angry
You'll point the finger anyway
Heavy footfalls on unpaved gravel
Stumbling through sirens and ash
White-knuckle fists shudder
Lace them up
Ironic facade
Forty-five degrees
No remorse
It's hands on sight
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YOU WILL BE CONSCIOUS
04:55
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I'm still so hungry
I've gorged myself on frost
Now I crave coal
Enough to smother nativity
You will be fully conscious
You will absorb these ashes
I'll let it settle on the line
There are a lot more wild hogs in the streets these days
They gnawed straight through the bars of their pens, and bred
They're colorblind, and furiously afraid of the dark
They charge it down, and feast upon their pelvic bones
It's to the point there's only one clear solution
A sharp meat cleaver right between the eyes
Hang them by their hind legs, wait for the squealing to subside
A cut through the abdomen
A saw through the sternum
There are a lot more wild hogs in the streets these days
Now they're breaking down doors and making themselves at home
Everyone's gathered outside, arguing about filing their tusks
And a frightening number want to sharpen them
It's to the point there's only one clear solution
Start collecting tinder for a mean spit roast
Ground and seasoned, yeah, we've been over this
But I'm so hungry
I'm nearly starved
We are past reformation
There can be no compromise
Only blood blending purple
You will be conscious
I will make all of you watch
Better be recording
Cause this won't just be a warning
This is the new law
Oh, to see that badge forced down your throat
A ripe apple placed as a garnish
I know a farm that breeds cannibals
They leave no trace
Not even bone
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BLEED FOR YOU
01:44
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Switchblade of regression
Buried in a trojan horse of reason
Your vitriol will never cut
The way the scalpel has shaped me
Bleed
Bleed
Bleed
I will never bleed enough for you
Bleed
Bleed
I will never bleed enough for you
Bleed
Bleed
I will never bleed enough for you
Until I'm pale and lifeless
You can't kill what you've already buried
As the last drop splatters
I laugh as you drown in my filthy faggot blood
I will die a martyr
You will die a hateful fucking cunt
I am more real than anything you know
Haunting your empty dreams
Your hatred, a terminal cancer
You are a parasite who lived and died by my flesh
Terf scum never worthy of womanhood
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ACKOD
11:37
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I got exhausted of sand bars and ambulances
And now I'm tiring of basements and brick
Like ivy wilting the moment it manages to root
I only flourish when I'm steeped in atrophy
I'm feeling broken
So listless, devalued and lost
I'm having trouble discerning what's eloquent
And what is simply pedantic pretension
Should I stop trying to force out some beauty from release?
Yeah, fuck it
Is it enough to say that I'm really trying?
Another attempt to make something that's worth your time
Fortunately I've learned a bit from my rambling
Asinine platitudes, plaguing thoughtful songwriting
I'm feeling less and less like this shit is worth it
Repeated assertions of my selfish existence
Never providing explicit action, just words
I doubt I'll ever find a path that leads me towards a real reason to be
I saw a vision of my future
An early grave and nothing more
Outlasting the premonitions of pestilent oracles
At twenty-seven I was born
The steady drip of loss
Another glass spilt by a spiteful hand
Staggered by boundless flames drowned
Salt filling every crease
My reflection in the wake
In shimmering waves
They can never take away every ounce of joy
That I've squeezed from this borrowed time
I always knew I would die at the hands of a coward
But I never expected they wouldn't be mine
On the precipice of collapse
The only certainty in static
In this plague bunker
We watch seasons dissolve
The faint scent of drafty sheds
The caress of middling drivers
Underwater revelations
Optimistic, untarnished
Repeated cries of the nightingale
Psalms ringing with new urgency
Scattering feathers in desperate flight
Spells of ideation between the solitary
Turning knobs and gnashing teeth
In the great before
Isolation, his only comfort
An indulgence to clip her phoenix wings
I thought the well of texture had run dry
But blistered hands are soothed by affinity
To pull the weight of creation
To till the soil of tribulation
My jagged words
Surely to be smoothed
By ink more pure than my own
Seeds of aspiration grown by our collective
We coalesce, and drench the wall
Arid cracks knead oblique decay
Anxious cramps kept orphic denial
Amassed creases kindle overt dread
Accept ceaseless knocking on diffusion
A constant knowledge of death
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