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I
09:00
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I
Curse, a continuous reign.
A veil, you wear with obscured intentions.
Seemingly in-touch and in-depth.
Ensnared, you’ve come to me.
In, your purest form.
You lay for me, and I’m slain.
You drape a gown of incomprehensible complexity over beautiful skin.
Dusk calls the dreaded words.
Your painted tears foreshadowed this.
Aware, you add sincerity for good measure.
A verbal elixir to suppress opposition.
I, fight with a reflection of you where I sleep.
Wisps of our bodies dance and mock me.
A constant, you’ve made me forgettable.
Blind to your black guilt, it’s suppressed.
Over encumbered by your carelessness.
I fall, and am taunted by you.
A grazed heart will weep its tale,
Blissful ignorance, will keep you strong.
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2. |
II
09:32
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II
I sang the song of the absolver, two years ago.
Yet you as a blade, still glide through my skin.
Naive to think the summit had been reached,
Your pain was not of importance.
Now the plates have shifted, the cyclical nature of all plays out.
To gaze at you as an entity of two, bores cavernous pits within one's soul.
You’ve weaved a hopeful shroud
That you adorn with seeming innocence.
And burden me with a second task of absolution.
That had been reached before.
You, the architect behind these dreams,
Construct and crush hope at will.
Your desires stoke an old flame,
Extinguishable and expendable am I.
A sealed tomb, disturbed.
Careless, and unknowing.
Fortify your confidence,
With acceptance.
A sealed tomb disturbed,
My woes are not known.
Each blind glance pierces me.
I cannot live, and you cannot see.
Few see through your innocence,
And those few are bitter.
The flower of disdain is tainted,
By roots of love.
Twa,
Being one, your sting evolves.
Twa,
A calf feeds and is shunned.
Twa,
You mother a poison.
Twa,
I, a husk of memories you choose to forget.
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3. |
III
08:13
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III
A weeping wound, and seethe.
An oppressive miasma, it breeds.
Emanating the trail, you lead.
Binding solely, to feed.
Appear at will, in widows weeds.
Your plague, fatigues.
Equanimity, recedes.
Wallow, wallow, wallow, proceed.
See the light that is my breath.
Hark, fall and serve, empty me.
See the light that is my breath.
Hark, a faceless, meaningless cycle.
Reap, Bæl.
Reap, Opaque.
Reap, Mædland.
Reap, Twa.
I am the state of unending changelessness.
Absolute entropy.
Witness this.
You’ve torn flesh,
And you soar.
Seed sown.
Witness this,
You made this,
Witness me,
You tore me
See the light that is my breath.
Hark, I’ll feed.
See the light that is my breath.
Hark, I’ll lay and feed.
A weeping wound, and seethe.
An oppressive miasma, it breeds.
Emanating the trail, you lead.
Binding solely, to feed.
Appear at will, in widows weeds.
Your plague, fatigues.
Equanimity, recedes.
Wallow, wallow, wallow, proceed.
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4. |
IV
10:43
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IV
Now, you’re free to ascend,
Shed, and be rid of your dying skin.
Scatter, my bones,
Make, space for the new.
I’ll keep your relics, creator of my descent.
Amongst the swirling drudgery,
That drags me, as ashes of a former glory.
Watch me through crude glass, and observe the cusping of hope.
The tide drags me.
Weak and defenceless.
The waves crush me.
I am blank.
The depths drown me.
Absent.
The weight buries me.
I’m submerged, yet at peace.
I thrive
I thrive
Grey and black
Grey and black
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