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I Become
06:22
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Eyes expose the soul,
reflect the cold loss of control.
These haunted eyes I see,
reflected back they confront me with desperation.
Apprehension grips me, wraps me in an embrace I can't escape.
I barely have the strength to lift my eyes to the glass.
Searching I look for a clue that can tell me
What have I done?
Screams echo in me but I cannot pin point the source.
Their terror, their piercing horror.
My mind seeks answers but I am only finding pain.
The searing anguish of change as I become.
Shaken, I take another breath.
Another day but the same dread of what I have done.
Metamorphose grips, corrupts me in ways I don't understand.
I am horrified to see that my desires and my wants
are only a lust for the pain and the terror.
And this is wrong.
Screams echo in me but I cannot pin point the source.
Their terror, their piercing horror.
My mind seeks answers but I am only finding pain.
The searing anguish of change as I become.
Dark seeds form darker deeds.
Dreams fueled by diseased desires.
Pain is sacred. The darkness in the ever rotted core.
The feral rise, the primal abandon.
The carnal release of the beast in me as I become.
These haunting eyes I see
reflected back, they smile at me victoriously.
I revel in the vicious fantasies created in my mind.
It only serves to prime me for my time to rage.
Eager, I strain to find the control.
I can do what must be done.
Screams echo in me but I have now become the source.
I bring terror and piercing horror.
My mind seeks answers but I am only finding pain.
The exquisite anguish of change as I become.
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Washed away by the roiling seas inside
I'm battered from these shores.
Submerged in black emerald cold -
Can I drown in my own mind?
The yawning depths below me are in reality
the yawning depths inside.
Pulled down, plunged into this shadowed world.
Silence suffocates the mind.
Tendrils of thought calm the urge to fight
as I slowly sink into the yawning depths inside.
Emptiness greets with predatory smiles
and silence waits for me and screams it's barren call.
Watching my thoughts roll ashore,
where they wash right over me.
I marvel at the ease of it all.
To walk from shore and be carried away.
Pulled down, plunged into this shadowed world.
Silence suffocates the mind.
Tendrils of thought calm the urge to fight
as I slowly sink into the yawning depths inside.
I've been fighting a war
and it's taken everything I had just to remain.
But it seems I've been fighting needlessly
so I submit and float lazily,
approaching bliss.
A spark of panic is growing now
as I fight for air.
As I'm going under.
Pulled down, plunged into this shadowed world.
Silence suffocates the mind.
Tendrils of thought calm the urge to fight
as I slowly sink into the yawning depths inside.
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3. |
Lost
03:59
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The stain is spreading outward,
the ruin of normality.
An ink-black scream of horror,
it tears the soul. The echoing.
And so I find myself inside.
If I see you take a look at me
I turn away. I'm falling way too deep.
But I may be already too late.
They know it all. I'm lost.
In I go again,
plunging straight into the heart.
An errant step in darkness
and the light could shine on me.
I'm marked for all the world to see.
If I see you take a look at me
I turn away. I'm falling way too deep.
But I may be already too late.
They know it all. I'm lost.
And so here I am again,
a witness to the stain spreading.
The ink-black voice in darkness,
it still screams in horror.
The ever-heard voice of my war.
If I see you take a look at me
I turn away. I'm falling way too deep.
But I may be already too late.
They know it all. I'm lost.
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4. |
The Rest of Me
06:18
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The sky stretched before me as I died.
Endlessly.
The darkness beckoned. The stars, themselves, they called
and sang the siren's song.
Calling, coaxing, caressing my mind.
When it was time to save myself I walked away.
Away from the siren, away from the darkness, away from myself.
Behind these walls I made.
Here lies the rest of me.
Torn and shattered and broken inside.
Here died the rest of me.
Forsaken and left with the damage inside of me.
Stained - again the pariah.
Scarred - buried deep inside.
Dead - though I walked away
leaving half of myself there to die.
Destroyed.
Cold inside, an empty cell that I use to hide away.
I've seen too much for my mind to rationalize.
Seeking refuge from the wars of life.
Desecrating to what's left of my mind.
The whole idea to hide away behind this wall.
Determination to see this wall come down
falters at the thought of exposing myself to all.
So fragile, the mind.
Exposing the dark thoughts and desires.
Ripped and torn.
Here lies the rest of me.
Torn and shattered and broken inside.
Here died the rest of me.
Forsaken and left with the damage inside of me.
When I stare at myself in the mirror
I see no pain.
A sense of the sadness, a dull resignation,
a knowledge of myself. Of what I left behind.
Here lies the rest of me.
Torn and shattered and broken inside.
Here died the rest of me.
Forsaken and left with the damage inside of me.
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5. |
The World Offered
03:55
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I turned away from the world around me.
My back to it all.
I spurn a world who's greatest obsession
is just to watch how far I fall.
Its played out a thousand times,
defining my life.
Time to rise up, take back what's mine.
I refuse and resist the world offered.
I set myself on a new path to follow.
Turn my back to it all.
Silently I raged, immersed in the thoughts of a victim.
But this is where that ends.
I survey my now new world,
so rich and unspoiled.
Time to rage and retake what's mine.
I refuse and resist the world offered.
I set myself on a new path to follow.
Turn my back to it all.
Returned to face the world that has spurned me
so gleefully.
A smile, a grin, I strike violently
with the knife they left in me.
A dream of a thousand nights.
Raze and destroy
your fucking world.
I stand back and watch it burn.
I refuse and resist the world offered.
I set myself on a new path to follow.
Turn my back to it all.
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6. |
Infernal Design
04:55
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The tortured strings unraveling
my fragile, reeling mind.
Blistered black, wonders all.
They dance and swirl inside.
The horrid beauty I see
that swims it's way before my eyes?
A window, a world,
whispered promises.
The words beckon to me, seductive.
Pulled from the prophecies, so revealing.
I have peered into the darkness.
I have seen into the future.
The foretold nightmare. The infernal divine.
A window to a world of infernal design.
The promises, the whispering
is all brought to life.
The ancient page calls to me.
So monstrous, wondrous, vile.
The images, so described,
set aflame my mind's eye.
A wanting, needing,
lusting for my world.
A world forged in fire and fear.
A darkness so complete, revealing nothing.
I have peered into the darkness.
I have seen into the future.
The foretold nightmare. The infernal divine.
A window to a world of infernal design.
The images seen - so wondrous and so diseased.
A glimpse of the foretold or is it just a dream?
Approaching twilight, an infernal design.
In the grips of madness or a glance of what's to come?
Come to the flickering,
into the dancing light
and feel the wondrous flame.
The withered, the blistered.
I stand so close and look into the pyre.
A predatory desire, I'm filled with wondrous fire.
The dreams invade my waking mind.
The blurring of the line.
Erase the weakening
boundary of day and night.
The burning pressures I feel -
they push away my own cries.
So strangled, ignored.
The fact that I'll die.
Nothing matters but the promises.
Usher in what I've seen. Regretting nothing.
I have peered into the darkness.
I have seen into the future.
The foretold nightmare. The infernal divine.
A window to a world of infernal design.
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I know what you are.
The eyes- they belie the disguise.
In silence the hunter stalks.
I've seen the monster inside.
The venom, the poison, manipulation:
The weapons you hide you hide behind your smile.
Suffer the fools. They fall to your smile,
gladly becoming your prey.
To suffer the slings and the arrows gladly
just to stay in your circle of light.
The silk at your feet is just the trembling web as you feed.
I've seen the monster inside.
The venom, the poison, manipulation:
The weapons you hide you hide behind your smile.
You take.
I've seen your sinister side.
I've felt your cold embrace.
I've watched you take without compunction, without pause.
I know you wouldn't earn it when it's easier to take.
And to watch the panicked realization would please you even more.
This is the way that you see that the world is yours
to play with and manipulate according to your wants.
You take. You watch them suffer.
You twist the truth to make it yours.
Desires attained, you're spinning your lies.
Another fool coming to pray.
Before the altar, the altar of victims
stand fools who serve as their own offerings.
The silk at your feet is just the trembling web as you feed.
I've seen the monster inside.
The venom, the poison, manipulation:
The weapons you hide you hide behind your smile.
And now you pray before your god.
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8. |
Words
05:46
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Watching the silent, angry scream.
So odd, but distant.
A curious pull from their world.
Noiseless, insistent.
But it barely intrudes. A whisper in the distance,
a ripple in the ocean, so quickly washed away.
Submerged in words.
Twisted whispers and images vie for attention.
My own little personal fanfare and cacophony.
Ferocious accusations fly
unabated.
I am a shit. I am a waste.
Unloved or wanted.
I have heard the demands.
Can see the clear solution.
I have heard this so often
its almost comforting.
Drowning in words.
Hostile demands and commands vie for attention.
My own little personal fanfare and cacophony.
I've heard the whispers and their tortured desires.
Their twisted, two fisted insistence, their might.
The feast of a tired and fragile existence.
To suck on the poison, the bile and finality in store.
The rage that existed over distant desires.
The dreaming of healing, reseeding my life.
Reduced to a tired and fragile memory,
a buried and broken curiosity.
Buried in words.
Screaming voices and choices vie for attention.
My own little personal fanfare and cacophony.
The rage, forever pointed in, fuels my inner war.
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9. |
Unbeliever
04:06
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Lay waste. Taste the suffering divine.
Destruction. The cleansing flames and smoke evoke the
raging hordes, the scarlet swords.
Calamity feeds the newborn soul and atrocity nurtures all.
It fosters raw hatred, coiling tight,
erupting in a storm of righteous force and frenzied might.
Unbeliever, embrace the end.
End. Now here is where the talking ends.
Now here is where the talking ends.
Lash out, coax emerging flames to life.
The age is coming and the infestation's end is in sight.
Extinguishing the soulless horde,
the path of the true believer is shown
and it is paved with the blood and bones and tears.
The lost children led to flames.
Immolation - the dance of the flickering flames now fuels rebirth.
Unbeliever, embrace the flames.
End. Now here is where the talking ends.
Now here is where the talking ends.
Rebirth.
To find yourself searching, the flames will be your guide
to enlightenment. Entitlement is yours.
From the flames you will arise.
Tear down. Rip the offending from sight.
Corruption must be cut out. You must excise.
The taint of free thought must be purged.
Exorcise the demons of the self. Obliterate everything.
Leaving blind fervor, fevered right to reach out
and crush the unlearned souls, the stumbling blind.
Unbeliever, remove the stain.
End. Now here is where the talking ends.
Now here is where the talking ends.
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10. |
Pestis
05:31
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Its been seven days since Death rode in, trailing Pestilence by hours.
Reaping the bleak harvest that the sickness has sown.
Seven days, seven times, awakened to see light.
Surprised again to see the sun. Appalled by the carnage the pest has done.
The death is coming. It's searching for us.
The angels are wailing but Pestilence holds on.
Another body for the hole.
I see the end of the world that I know.
Another body in the hole.
Another body in the hole.
Desperation has turned into resignation by now.
Waiting for the Great Death to rap upon my door.
The hideous, piteous cries have all but ended now.
Silence is broken only by the collectors of the ones that Death cut down.
But now the grave is waiting for us.
The angels are mourning, but pestis still stays strong.
Another body for the hole.
I see the end of the world that I know.
Another body in the hole.
Another body in the hole.
The smell of death. The bodies piled high.
Running out of graves for those who've died.
Will God spare me?
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
A pocket full of posies. We all fall down.
We will fall down.
Punishment for all of us? What have we done so wrong?
One final sin? One too great to overlook this time?
A pestilence, a death sentence to cure us of our wrongs.
To wipe the earth and seed again - perhaps that has been the plan all along.
Now the pit is reaching for us.
The angels are smiling and the pestis moves on.
Another body for the hole.
I see the end of the world that I know.
Another body in the hole.
Another body in the hole.
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