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Monolith Part I - Ritual
02:53
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I am the enemy of the great Whole,
A rancid disease.
In my despair, I destroy the world,
Praying the universe collapses with.
(A) dusty world I only love in ashes,
I want it gone,
To finally dance on the ossuary of my lost feelings.
The Dantesque block,
Dark as night,
Erected by my hatred and my rage.
Fear and sadness.
This monstrous wound burst the blue sky.
Emptiness.
It stole the light, swallowed the pain, anger, and then spits in bloody spasms.
I knock the fist down,
Hitting again and again.
Without stopping, until I bleed.
The bones creak, members break.
I sign my perfidy by soiling with my blood.
I sign with my blood.
The Dantesque block,
Dark as night,
Erected by my hatred and my rage.
Fear and sadness.
This monstrous wound burst the blue sky.
Emptiness.
It stole the light, swallowed the pain, anger, and then spits in bloody spasms.
My inner child is crying.
Drowned by feelings,
I do not know what to do with.
Buried in the rubble.
Empty gaze.
Victim and executioner at once.
The storm receded.
There is nothing left to contemplate.
The Monolith cannot be destroyed for it is the guardian of my life.
I sing an ode to emptiness
In a concert of violence.
It stole the light, swallowed the pain, anger, and then spits in bloody spasms.
I sing an ode to emptiness
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3. |
Am I Art ? (Trauma)
08:43
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While my halting breath painfully pulls out
I feel dazed and confused,
Barely feeling my sheath.
Child of the moonlight,
I stay out of sight.
Blood running like a kiss, over my skin, along my body.
A living poetry, tearing me a thrill of primal fear.
The ebb and flows of the waves,
Breaking on my face,
Overwhelm me and invade
Every ounce of my shell.
Blood running like a kiss, over my skin, along my body.
A living poetry, tearing me a thrill of primal fear.
Blood running like a kiss, over my skin, along my body.
A living poetry, tearing me a thrill of primal fear, lasting eternally.
Eternally.I’
I am starting to choke.
It pierces me and makes me numb by the pain.
My world turning black because of the lack of air.
When suffering becomes beautiful, and pain an art.
Am I Art ? Trauma ...
Wearing the inside out.
To be art.
Am I meant to be tormented ?
(tormented)
My injuries exposed to the world,
(to everyone)
My wounds sublimed for a greater whole.
(In perfection)
I’m skinned.
(You’re art)
I’m grazed.
(You’re art)
My frailty as an offering,
(Your traumas)
My naked body at your disposal.
(At my disposal)
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I can’t stand anymore your horrid mud.
Day by day, it makes me want to throw up.
You harshly remind me the hatred I stand for being me.
This part of me I want you to leave alone
I forbid myself to know neither happiness neither joy.
Hidden under the decorum.
I’m made of flaws, those that can’t be forgiven.
I hate every part of myself like you taught me to do.
Do you want me to smile ?
Won’t you just leave me alone ?
I forbid myself to know neither happiness, neither joy.
I can’t stand the meaning of I.
Leave me.
Leave me.
Leave me alone.
Leave me.
Leave me alone.
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5. |
Prey for the Sun
07:53
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In the dead of night,
I lay on my back, and look at the stars,
Letting myself wander.
And still, I pray for the Sun.
Waiting for the elusive,
My mind fleeing further and further.
Looking for a dream to follow,
And the Sun is waiting.
Nothing but black.
Fog, no matter where I stare.
There are lights that remain hidden for the blind dead.
I can feel the ground vanishing all around me,
In throbbing cracks, hypnotic noises.
When everything is falling apart
When all hopes have faded away
To the endless doom of life.
I’ll wept over all humanity,
For the fragile beauty of the body I had once given up.
Pray for the Sun.
A Prey for the Sun.
The star falls beyond a clear horizon.
The star falls beyond the Sun.
An empty space beyond the sun,
Beyond the starfalls,
Where belongs no light.
An empty space beyond the sun.
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6. |
Requiem For The Sky
08:16
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Noble to all appearances.
Pleasant, in the first place.
Beloved, hated therefore, destroyed by my own kind.
When I actually strips,
The sun falls and the sky is gently dying.
The sky abandons men.
Exhausted.
Lost.
Frightened.
Surrounded by fears.
A cold silence.
Corrupted, until altered.
Eaten from the inside.
Orphan, son of the worms.
Renounce, carried by streams.
When I give you my entrails,
The sun falls and the sky is gently dying.
The sky abandons men.
Exhausted.
Lost.
Frightened.
Surrounded by fears.
A cold silence.
Raising my arms, the eyes sunburned.
Fawning His beauty, praying for His bite.
Lover of suffering, neglected and delightful.
Struggling in misery, the human condition.
Raising my arms, the eyes sunburned.
Fawning His beauty, praying for His bite.
Lover of suffering.
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The body arched, carried by the void,
The head filled with black.
The streched body turned towards the Sun,
Eclipsed by the light
From this puppet, softly suspended,
Resonates the choking of disappeared shouts.
(from this hollow murk)
Resonates the choking.
Muffled silence, dull by its absence,
Interrogates and questions.
(the deepest wounds)
Why do you want to burn your eyes,
While you can see so clear ?
Is seeing again, seeing differently ?
What to see when IT hides everything ?
How to think when IT takes me down ?
Trapped by the void,
Now I can see clear and distinct.
In outer space I can see the way.
Now I can see the difference between love and hate.
I can see the truth.
My body drowned by a cosmic power.
Immutable gravity swallows me.
Embraced in a palpable nothingness,
Without resistance, I slip in its arms.
Dressed in a majestic calm but destined to demise.
Now I can see clear and distinct.
In outer space I can see the way.
Now I can see the difference between love and hate.
I can see the truth.
Now I can see clear and distinct.
In outer space I can see the way.
Now I can see the difference between love and hate.
I can see the truth.
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8. |
10000 Days of Night
07:04
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Abandoning life in favor of inconsistency.
Indulging in the misty stream of
cognitive dissonance.
Relegating the reality to relics of the past.
Discrepancy as a vocation,
Absurd religion.
It takes hold of me, the impalpable bruise
Digests my adrift body.
Abject and obscene, the ripped off bark,
Seeping joy.
A scheme leading only to destruction,
Unfit for existence.
The body gaunt, the veins uncovered,
Bloodless and struggling.
Abstract violence inflicted to itself,
In order to deeply hurt the other.
Blind and deaf, lacking understanding.
Mentally secluded.
It takes hold of me, the impalpable bruise
Digests my adrift body.
Abject and obscene, the ripped off bark
Exudes life and beauty.
The singularity, ethereal substance
Torn to pieces by time.
The outrageousness, struggling during
Ten thousand days of night.
Ten thousand days of night.
To the wind, I’ve found my own loss, I’ve become what I despise.
To the wind, I became better, greater than any promise.
Left for dead, made of flesh but shapeless. I am whole then I am dust to the wind.
To the wind.
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