1. |
Wallow
04:47
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you have worms in your blood
swimming inside your veins
nothingness floating away
lost in creation
wicked and wrought
you couldn't keep up
push until you're stuck
wallow in guilt
quiet and senseless
the whispers in your brain are self-sustaining
the vectors of abomination
does this eclipse the past
false moral to the red herring
mislead fallacy
these crucial bones
further occupied
let slip your drone
in the mirror
nothing but grainy dismay
terror
(fruit of a wicked breast)
no more
(this the salt of a tongue so dry)
you have worms in your blood swimming inside your veins
nothingness
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2. |
Absence
04:52
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absence of good
anxious
its a lobotomy
numb throughout
just sit there and breathe
staring at myself through another pair of eyes
detached among the ash
deteriorating with the smoke
this is old
this is new
this is us
crawling beneath us
around us
surrounding us
treading no longer
from me to you
and us to them
this is out of your touch
from our dull fingertips to your vacant mind
this is intangible
embodied in our conscious
course and taught
reliving our strain
strict in its change
stitched at the seams
wired and intertwined
demoralizing and mesmerizing
hierarchy immortalized
substance vertigo
loomed thread
arachnid like
cultivated behind our own eyes
resin twisted
we're losing it
lungs pulsating
christened without bliss
hail the old
hail the new
hail absence
the absence of good
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3. |
Fever
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4. |
Sunder
06:51
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cruel hands relentless
cruel minds unchanged
bone meets skin in unbridled rage
oral foam
jaw unhinged
fall victim
forceful binge
sockets ripped loose
bruises form on a papyrus skin
blood drips clean from a hungry claw
bites tear through from a guiltless maw
sunder
fragments adrift
cast in a frigid cage
mouths drip ceaseless in eternal gape
doubt serves such wondrous companionship
hairs plucked free from the scalp of being, one by one
gorge on the absence
wallow in the guilt
embrace the fever
my hands were clasped
my eyes were shut
my head was down
my hopes were up
i saw no light
tremulous
doubt in my lungs
inhale the dust
i am in a hole
sunder with the visions of paradise dimmed
and from the opposite side of a print stained glass, a gaze
unbent
paradise dimmed
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Blake Casper
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