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Thalassophobia
02:33
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Long have the rays of the sun forlorn me
As the veil of this futureless chasm engulfs all possibility
A prisoner of his own designs
Many a weeping soul’s anchor
Entitled to nothing
Drowning in the debt of his own heart
Stale feels the panic
Relieved through the cycle
Even time stopped strolling around
The promise never forgotten
Vanquished all thought as the days moved onwards
The years as fleeting as dark
The last spark of fading stars
A breach through the fire
A bleak desire
An omen of comfort confounded
Cause praying bred caution
Got lost in exhaustion
To start with a hopeful flicker
And end in a callous tone
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Hadal Bedrock
05:59
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A voice so deeply entombed, profound
In the nether of reminiscence
In solace he rattles the cage, disturbed by abandonment.
Atonement is bliss for those who refuse to drown in darkness
The whine and the whimper deceive me
Waning echoes of wisdom, timeless
Entrenched in an endless silence
Your weakness lies within the rut of burying
What upsets this fragile entity.
Stripped of its weight, await the light of a new daybreak
A new palette for the painting,
A tale of thrill in creating new shades of colourful reality
Wash away the old and gray
Treading playfully is the essence
Thrive and reminisce
And as you leave the past behind
Embrace this lively tone once and for all
Looking through the pages of an
Eerie map set in stone
Where every outcome sends a chilling burst
Right to the bone
With vacuous pathways to seduce
The simple minded drone
And faux pill remedies to fool
You into feeling strong
Deface the sculpture, erase the maker
Tumbling stone by stone
Devoid of subject as a canvas
Which is worn and done
To find the bare despair of
Souls standing now long forlorn
Oh how endearing it is
To find meaning
In vacuous trauma
Simply not for-
Given in a vacuum
Of the unbeknownst
Static in desolate stasis
There is no escaping time
In its immense
Abyssal profoundness
A blackened well of shimmering virtue
But the truth is not what we're into
Curse the lies we tell
To remind ourselves
The status quo is here to see us dwell
Walk in a straight line ‘till your feet give in
The murky waters embracing this vessel of sin
Tied up and cut out, the fish gouge out your eyes
As those you’ve known as peers are standing idle by
They'll watch you
Sinking through the ebbs and flows
At risk of death
Yet stagnant while you
Without a sense of self
The individual fell into a pretend slumber
From which it won't awake
Demagogues and preachers
Make the choir
Sing the Doublespeak
Oh how endearing it is
To find meaning
In vacuous trauma
Simply not for-
Buried before your time
Red on your door
Take to the skies
There won’t be peace for your kind
Believe in the reckoning
The creed of blind
Relinquish the throne
In favor of none
No regents to reject
Allegiances to regret
The covetous miscreants
Collapse under their defects
Oh how it hurts to find your
Wondrous inquisitiveness
Has paid off in the shape of constant regret
such a mess
As you search for your scars you tear open the wound
By mistake, welcome to life outside your cocoon
Live up to yourself, could you ever
Avoid self-deception, endeavours to cover up
the constants, that won’t ever set you free
from a looped way to live you repeat like a creed
Oh how it burns to be you…
An ever present regret of our kind
‘Cause time won’t wind back
And your dreams will be set aside
As you become akin only to survive
If only, the wondering
if ever, the nether
You wandered through tethered
Like a swan to a feather
Could match the storm you shall weather
Earth water wind and fire
Get to conspire
Always some demon getting
All of the blame
An Indulging indolent condoning condolence
For wasting his chance at existence
Loyal, never pledged allegiance to anyone
Faithful, never believed not even in himself
In the crosshairs of destroy and erase
There is a special place…
Sleep
Sleep
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Neon Gray
03:54
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On the greatness once promised
Infinite pages could be filled
Catch the true colors shining
Through the cracks in the filth
Clashing with reality
Your truth has come to bear
A radiant toxic grey
Beyond what words can convey
Cast away
Feel the scorching
Of the mundane
Eating away
At your piece of mind
This tainted fabric may be
Torn but should suffice
With a course so vain to seize the day
Cause the clock ticks on, life slips away
And the weight of your choices
Proves to be quite the burden
As you follow the waves of haze
through clouds of greyness
and emptiness
Where the mirage of purpose appears
beneath heckles and cheers, so
Resort to praying,
Hope is fast decaying
And there's a very good chance things won't go my way.
All the promised wonders never worked the way they should
Deafen the preachers
The vacuous creatures
Pillars of sand
Castles of rubble
Who would you ever count on
To get you out of trouble?
Sins transposed, veil untied
Glassy look in your eyes
Fear of never knowing more
Than you’ve already realized
Follow pagan idols
to the depths of the sea
Calling out for purpose
The irony of being free
Day by day deeper into bluish shade
Blackened, no contrast
Then back to grey
An ember on the surface of the moon
Is what you’re counting on to face it
And go tear the place down
To its foundation
The soil it was built on
Must be the seed of damnation
Rather be led, then like lead
drop it instead
To doggedly bow
To any other divination
Longing for the night
To escape the day
Struggling to tell whether or not
You're awake
Yet the hand that pulled the strings
All along
Was your own
And your demise is set in stone
What good is the winter
To harden one’s skin
If the summer is to be ever as cold
The body shudders uncontrolled
and the burns singe your bones blue
Chasing dreams down your pathway
Through the crossroads of the wake
don’t wallow aimless and complacent
before taking one more step
Oblivious to yourself
As was written from the onset
Your resolve proved arbitrary
Don't stumble into your own casket
Drafting your obituary
Had hoped to find the course that’s glistening
Unwanted thoughts that don’t disappear
Lingering voices rip within
Stripping the soul
An ember drowned in cold
No ash from the coal
Agony strides restless
No peace for the eyeless
Red covers the door
Bloodstains flood the floor
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Stale Air
03:53
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Waning, chance of flight
Dire’s set the path
Walking agony of rude
Fading reasoning for truth
Calamity is all I feel
The vacuity surrounding me
Sickens me deeply
It’s the crooked cycle
A maddening rut
To traverse between the planes
From the oniric to the wake
There’s a brewing crisis, of might and men
Existencial ambiguity breeding violence
A million gawkers wonder
How hell freezes over and heaven melts to
Make for the liquor that drenches their minds
It’s the poison that soothes them
Seedy intentions, no one to trust
Wasting hours on end
On bewitching stars
Turn on the ally
You dared to call friend
For the evil within you
Is expelled as you rust
If there's wrong all over
Boiling in the cauldron
It must be the beholder
Whose gaze is frozen
A match and a gas tank
May entertain the night
For there’s nothing worth saving from the fire
Wreaths the air, intoxicates
Such is the taste of charred human waste
A round´ the clock routine
Nothing else beneath
Till reach my deathbed, it beckons me
A call to loathe
A bond was struck
A cell from which I watch with scorn
Coalescent scar made not in vain
There’s meaning in suffering, life is pain
This is what it will be, you’re bone and flesh
Torn by conscience, not by faith
Pathos unnerving
The seed of the ending
Feel undeserving
Of any second chance
As it befits to those unwilling
to shed their skin, revolve from within
Vex the wandering
Through your squandering
Acumen plummeting
Absconding Sanity
Trample the meek
Purposefully, to defeat
The malady that’s
Cursing humanity
Don’t know relief
I grind my teeth
And clench my fists
To quench my seethe
Veering, condescending
This whirling is nauseating
Who's it gonna be
The upper, the lower or me
What else could I see
But painted tragedy
How do you dare turn to fear
And to the vacuous frontier
Know my intentions are clear
Callous
Foul
Despot
Fool
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Eons of thought
Hastily now rot
Do as you can to break even
Kept in a spot
Tied in a knot
Expletives to want to believe in
Most that's beloved
You must sacrifice, my child
What could you hope for?
Where would you dive?
Looking for coal in a gold mine
Beneath the surface
The mask on your journey gets weary
The lament of the sullen
Paves a path of convulsion
Wrought down by your plague
I wish you would wish to desist
And cease to exist altogether
Wasted believers
All but subside
Piles of corpses to hide
Distant light, Fledgling steering blight
Hopeful I might die and bask in your might
To the unfaithful
Pay but no mind
The shepherd of truth guides your kind
Flame of the pious
A sedative of the mind
Devoted who kindle it may raise high
If thought so benign is supposed as
Then why is it beacon of war
I’d rather surrender my alibis to
The multiple one true gods
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Perennial Canvas
08:06
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Life-cycles, flowing through time
Creatures, they come and go
Make their way, from dark to light
The more, the merrier?
A myth, how canonical
More destruction, raised infection
Obviously sequential
Standing to welcome the sun
the day breaks on the valley
So it’s been a billion times before
Misty dew, livid tan
Ingrained rust in the alleys
Rooftops green
With moss’s kin of yore
Erode and decay
All wither away
Between the dusk
and the long-awaited dawn
Oblivious
The dutiful
The puppets
Who won’t end the stasis
This landscape bleeds grey
Biding time as day and night
Push and pull, on and on
Counting on the wilderness
To halt what evolution spawn
Washing the filth from earth
Waning our gift from birth
Encased in a solemn swell
Embracing the sulk, the sin
Oh how they feared
Oh just how real
Just as foreseen
Their fate must be reeled away
The merciful
The meagre
The mindless
Restrained by the static
Thousands of footsteps
An imprint of life
Bathed by the sunlight
Til’ the beckoning of the night
Wiped away
By the making of wind and rain
Nothing prevails
All the traces, now erased
Is it time itself that we await?
Our will severely underestimate?
In the anamnesis of prophets, we gaze
All that we make is meant to fall from grace
From straws, once lit fire to survive
And live through the sundown of ancient times
Constructs, pillars of our identity
Footnotes that vaguely showcase reality
Hail life of old
Clings for us pure
Bring us beyond
Close to our core
Life to flourish on a wretched canvas
Roots below wreck a karst anew
As steel and stone are crooked by our madness
Much like droplets downward we accrue
Stepped away from the chain
Tenure is our nature
We sow to remain
Now we’ve gone astray
A crossroads for our devolving primate race
Carving an etching in the history of time and space
Children of stardust, our sheen now fades
Cinders and embers paint a picture of our remains
Hopeful are the wicked for a pleasant relay
Somber be the restless ‘til the reckoning day
Forlorn in the clutches of whatever may
Spoiling is our history from the fields to the bay
The resolve of the masses
A parade of ashes renders
Homes wholly lifeless
Husks, musk of broken promises
From shorelines to barrens
The cracks of relentless tremors
A march that shakes the shallows
Clamoring roar that rattles oceans below
Peaks rose from the oceans
Islands wrought to mountains
Arctic plains and glaciers
Frostbite’s mound grips them all
Scorch, dust the hourglass ticks on undisturbed
Millions of foot stomps
Callously stride
Stealing the sunshine
For the better of their lives
Strive to stay
Wreaking havoc in land and sea
Disgrace, they came
To seize the day as they dug their grave
From straws, once lit fire to survive
The ways of tradition, eclipsing all ambition
Glistening stars, fading into an eclipse
Scorched embers, our remains through time and space
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Had hoped the sun would never set
On extraneous wonders of a promise unkept
A stalemate between reason and derision
If only one could hold the two together
One last look at all its been
Between faith and vacuous spirit
Rest the demons it has seen
Speaking long lost dialects
Of godless creeds and vows
Demanding to be listened
All they could do is drown
Bow down to none, condemn the crowned
Remember just how much blood was drawn
For authoritarian drones and ruthless clowns
Centuries subdued, most acclimatized
Broken and busted, but civilized
Devoid from fresh air
Once merely specks, now the spearhead of the changing waves
Carelessly, abundantly clear
Abandonment, the precursor of their fear
Generations, millions taught to play along
the Macabre ways to demonstrate how life’s foregone
Muddled footsteps, felt by many, stay unseen (specially)
If you look the other way, forever a mystery
So much is ground to dust but it’s in our nature
Between those drunk in gold and those seeking true perception
No kind of fair-ness
From higher powers
The divine, the kingly
Both empty, but tireless
The weaker, subdued for the better of many
While all are blindfolded
No peeking
Shan’t try it
We must embrace
The new second coming
Though third time it’s the charm
And no one keeps counting
What shows our fears
Reflects a struggle deep inside
Politics, apologies
To nonsense pay no mind
Although tiny worlds perdure much less
An empire across the stars is hardly build to last
However great, nothing saved it from collapse
No rule is timeless
Breeding treacherous offspring
Bearing the weight of oblivious upswings
That failed to sway its very subjects
Children of sand, slaves of the flame
Fictitious banners made to tame
Our raging cry, our might and will
For king and country made to kill
Maybe fate is
Saving us from much worse
Freedom is a luxury for most, yeah
No one dares rip their goggles when
The issue is rooted deep within
And so personal, it singes
The sky is falling
Our leaders are shaking
The onslaught’s unfolding
Can anyone tell me what is to be expected
Of us when adopting this new way of thinking
May the chosen one among us be best
Slay the judge and jury, redeem us from their behest
Turn the table, rip the strings down from the skies
Set the maker's throne on fire, the one who’s three, who we despise
And when the puppeteer’s dead
We shall embrace this-worldliness
The ocean only knows
What wills the way of most
The whims of its tide
So the enchanting glide
No religion no provost
Damned be their contrived opinions
Washing fault with frail excuse
Casualties high in the billions
Of judgement tainted and obtuse
Cutting down on every resource
Basking in frugality
Beating on the lighthouse windows
Dying for a chance to see
Across the sea their call unanswered
The prancer laughs in vanity
The gleam undying in the distance
It feasts on their morality
Astounded by this change of heart
The waves themselves are pulled apart
To run through pits and valleys unseen
And stay the course right to the start
The spire
Beyond where the waves conspire
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