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Never knowing how this would begin, only that it would
Algebraic wounds ten fold, marked in deepening lines
Feeble wood, stained by all of life and carrion woe
Threshold in shadowed grief and joy, it shifts and sighs
“No one utters the word, but we all knew what it meant”
One of the first, to the very last
So fitting (but how it makes me weep)
Hollowed beyond all recognition
A joyless shell mirrored within the dust
While manifestations reflect and loom
Paper thin bone and ache is all that remains
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Murmurs
03:04
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Pen in hand, to bleed in the way I never could
To help you to understand
Ritual begat violent ritual, teeth creaking as I breathe
Splinters to thinning flesh, bled on bended knee
“Forgive me mother, I never wanted to be this way”
Failure tangled in each and every fibre and lonely fight
Aging paper resents and shifts to atone
The marked hands of maladjusted men, fearful and old
My hands
I reside within my chest
Naught but calcified bone, burnt out and and blessed
Love letters are all I’ve left
My codex, my sorrowing bequest
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The muddied voices within the walls, and I shake
Antithesis of peace burns within the well worn ache
Within the maelstrom of failing
Decades of bending, forever bound to break
Treading greying water, dull escape
No faith in destiny but belief in this toxic fate
Oh callous lethargy
The indifference and the enormity
"I will never be able to explain the emptiness I feel
All I have left are anxieties and apologies
All I have left to bequeath
And I would give most anything for my sorrow to be buried with me"
"I would give anything
I will give everything"
"I tried to stand on broken limbs
But I was never the battling type
Echoes of heroes that shone a light
They haunt me, they haunt me in the deadest of night"
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Concrete and Bone
02:51
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Knots tied and retired by enfeebled mind
Collapsing void worship through fettered time
Infliction of self to selfless wound
Deepest lines cracked in concrete gloom
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Yearning
02:50
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Nauseated, reading wretched scrawling of sick confusion
Throbbing fists and raw contusions
Eroding paths mark failed descent
Terminal movements, both wrought and spent
Broken body cage, inflamed and contorted
Foul reflection through flaked mirror distorted
To hang myself with the rope I’ve been thrown
Maelstrom of malice and murderous tone
My skins burns and lead heart yearns
To hang myself with the rope I’ve been thrown
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In Cellars, Sleep
05:01
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Awaken and heave, serpentine doubts weave and wane
Venomed heart, both dull and dense
Shedded need for recompense
Aching amongst the stale and sinewed
Awash in the radiance, a poison so clear
Dampened dream and fevered nightmare
From what I was lead to believe
This was never meant to be
Foundations are failing
In the den of vipers in which I breathe
Foundations are failing, here in this nest of grief
Ashen reminders of anxieties so deep
Apex predator internal, of the hollow sleep
Cavernous pit eternal, it swallows every sin
Split the ribs and separate, the aches that we shall keep
To immolate this writhing mass
Necrotic purpose, turned to ash
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Thresholds
03:33
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Calcified and cursed
Stiff limbs that no longer bend
Cyclical and circular
Yellowed ivories, projected ends
Internalised and sinking
Black holes of blacker thoughts
Normalised and self destructive
Habitual, this dead response
Twine or match to burn or break
So sick, so tired, laboured heart aches
Winding stairs of forgone fates
Closed eyes weep for null escape
Explanations voided
The words could never translate
Cavernous failure swarm
The significance of the weight
Rotting walls conceal the terrors
Lonesome and supressed
Head down in the loathsome doldrums
The dank basement of self contempt
Descend or ascend upon the threshold
The house upon the hill (in my head)
To burn it down or let me bleed
All I long for is an end
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Toska Hill Auckland, New Zealand
An eclectic and bleak soundscape of oppressive extreme metal, stygian atmosphere and melancholic overtones.
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