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Bloom Decay
04:25
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I’m still burning from your words
Take me somewhere cold and far away
What blooms from this decay?
I’m still learning when to sacrifice
Its ok until it’s not
What blooms out from this rot?
Permission, acceptance
A gaslight flickers, you say I’m sick
There’s nothing left here but a nervous tick
It’s not my fault, it’s in the waiting
The biting of my tongue
The undigested poison
Permission, acceptance
Burn the fields
Destroy what is left
Of fissure, bereft
Permission, acceptance
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2. |
Eaten By Wolves
04:07
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Lost in a forest, the forests on fire
The flora’s hot embers
Suffocate over time
My body’s not mine
Lost in forest, teeth between my ribs
Licking an open wound
Public access womb
My body’s not mine
May death free us all
Graceful like a glacial fall
Escaped apocalypse
The forest consumes you
and all of your sadness
Laying down to rest
Ignore sunlight and breath
The tree line is so wise
Tells you to close your eyes
Swallowed everything whole
Stories left untold
Inverted posture repose
Closure
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3. |
Spellcast
04:55
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Something unkind has been planted
A need that cannot be fulfilled
It grows in distance to you
I know it has been taken for granted
Our timeline is parallel
You were just passing through
The hours late, you are gone
What did you learn?
You are now my altar
A bag of powder
A candle to burn
Hematite crystallized
A spell cast to protect
Short lifetime realized
I’ll see you now in the shadows
and the pain I collect
Night pulls the day into the horizon
I can feel you as the season starts to turn
On the wet pavement in the low light
In the universe, a damaged satellite
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4. |
Under Glass
04:00
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Strangled joy by the rope
Arched back and blurry visioned
Don’t let fate destroy your human hope
A dampened map
A life’s revision
In a year postponed
A season uncontrolled
The order hasn’t changed
It has always been unknown
Flowers under glass
Doors shut so fast
We are not a memoir of broken of broken armor
A stone in my chest distant eyes
You’re so far away sometimes
I want to remember every good thing you’ve said
Let the rest past through me like a ghost
You are my oxytocin dose
Dried and pressed in my haunted head
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5. |
This is a Void
04:22
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This is a Void
This is a Void
This is time getting quicker
This is a void
This is a void
This is time getting thinner
This is something to bury
This is something to carry
This is something, a black hole
Something not to ignore
It’s insatiable
I don’t believe in violence
I don’t believe this can be solved without
There’s violence in the silence
The world is on fire
Let it burn
White tapes
White lies
You take up space
I waste time
October bridge jumpers
Rest in power
Dark sound bath
I want to see blood in the cracks
There’s blood in the truth
The violent facts
Anniversary
And dead Aries
A sudden reveal
This is scary
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6. |
Year of the Rat
05:45
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There is something to decide
Hollowed out on the inside
Bricks of memory built
A cellular wall of survivor’s guilt
Empty head my throat is full
Choking memories, drawing The Fool
New Year’s Eve found time to grieve
Heir to sadness, the great time thief
There are omens I recognize
My heart is broken and cauterized
I am open, look in my eyes
I’ll be empty but I’ll be dry
A sober thoughtcrime to explore
A ticking time bomb from 1984
Internal ecdysis, mental exorcist
I won’t think of you anymore
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7. |
Twist the Knife
05:06
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Pulling at each other’s threads
The negative space
And all the words that are unsaid
And saving face
The quiet truth in your eyes
Aloof and metastasized
Your black pupils grow
Revealing a darkness you know
I want to feel something new
Like am I enough for you
Because I feel reduced within
In the arms of our bond,
it’s not that either one is wrong
Quit the lithium
Suture your own wounds
Am I enough for you?
Soft touch transforms to a need for something harsh
Pain slows down the rhythm of the death march
Bring me back to life
Even if you have to twist the knife
This corporeal sense
Of temporariness
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8. |
White Moth
03:59
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Still healing my smoker’s lung
I get one more year around the sun
I’m trying to transcend grief and tension
Exhausted by humans in the land of the pretend
Subduction pulls me under
The trouble with spirits
they don’t tell me what they want
I’m bleeding, offering a blood clot
Burst capillaries and mass graves
The streets become cemeteries
There’s no protective shield
to keep us from the potter’s field
White moths to the light
this will be over soon
stay with me until the blood moon
gives up the tide
And our egos have died
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9. |
Burn Collector
04:45
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Aging out of fashion
The death of indecision
What will even happen
Our bodies are a map
Words that sting and
everything that has been said
A memory, an echo chamber in my head
Why do I want to know the future?
There is desire in mystery
The mind’s tricks and the empty promising
I can do this a little longer
Collecting burns and waiting turns
Reassemble and healing
Is it enough to just move through time?
Keloid scars and endless nights at bars
To shapeshift and bind
Ancient words still bruise
Psychic wounds to heal
I could sleep forever
Someday I will
I miss the light
I miss the light of my life
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