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Obituary
09:43
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Blindness betrays
Shadows oozing lies
Delusions dripping
From their fangs
Rot from their talons
Dyskinesias unfold
The horror, the panic
Gaze turns, keeps on turning
Narrow corridors
Provide no shelter
Thought of a new day
Hand against the light
A road away, an escape
Abandoned dreams
As a price, a sacrifice
As in a shame
I clothe myself
Every morning
I step inside
To grow lesser
Every morning
To shrink away
I crawl back
Into the blue filth
Of artificial light
So dark lays
A path away, farewell
Rollback, all this
Rollback, rollback
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2. |
Warfare Against Solitude
12:47
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Thick dust has covered the dearest dreams
Once verdant plains now a lifeless deserts
Ancient winds blow a dissonant tune
Ancient tears flow and form the oceans
Blood red ash of burnt-out desire
Descent all upon the frailest raptures
Yet fires keep burning on the altars of denial
Shameful deeds shine like a collapsing star
Tranquil haven, forgotten shelter
Now a dark lair where no life can grow
Nameless beasts with blank, black eyes
Are tearing the carcass of a courageous effort
Watchtowers fail to stand guard
Fortress misplaced to offer refuge
Desolate warfare against solitude
Turned to defeat and horrified retreat
Vultures feast in abandoned cities
Tearing the limbs of all that was beloved
Unspeakable tragedies and utter failures
An oppressive wind blows on the ruins of hope
Did I knew what was lurking in the woods?
Looking thought the years, into my eyes.
Asking to turn around, to run away. From this.
Desolation. Tranquil haven, one step further now.
A day, a year. This is crushing me.
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3. |
Erode, Collapse
06:35
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Lights off, eyes closed I dwell on
A desolate throne
A stray tear falls upon
Blood-stained vomit
I thought that I was moving
But you just circled around me
Drivel trickles down from my lips
As I try to speak
In the moonlit glade
The shadows begin to gather
Strength has failed
Steps are getting shorter
Eyes are dull by now
And thoughts are growing thin
I stay if you ask
But I'm not here anymore
I have given up all of hopes
Replaced those with others
Paths spiral further now
Erode, collapse
Like a shadow I circle myself
Afraid to touch, to open the gates
Fungus grows on my hands
Moss covers my face
At the bottom
Of endless darkness
Blood in my fingers
I lick my wounds
In the hour of confusion
In the moments of weakness I think
That lights are getting closer
That life is still waiting
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4. |
Too Clean A Slate
03:59
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A slate too clean
Life all drained
Reality creeping in
Disgrace unfolds
Outlines appear
Beasts begin their chase
I’ve begun to think
Of an explanation
How to behold the mirrors
Steps vanish
Away into the grey
At noon I yielded
Delusion anchored
Distant from life
Reality torn
Away from life
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5. |
Watchfires
10:27
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Waves against the cliffs
Nights against the days
Steps echoing through
Like a machine breaking
Gearwheel corrodes
Breathing wanes away
Life feels narrow
Voyages futile
The sun rises no more
Golden crown trampled to dirt
Eyes filled with azure wrath
Wordless promise left unfulfilled
Doors had been kept open
Coldness crept over the threshold
Today we search blindfolded
We gather, try to breathe
Watchfires burnt out
Roads deserted, forgotten
What I once knew
I draw on the sand
Others began to build a new fort
For the new forces to reign
I am afraid to move anymore
To look, or to listen
Just a thin veil of life
Its folds tied in horror
Sheathed under torment
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6. |
Celebration
05:13
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Utter disgrace
In the limelight of loss
Silent sigh
From the shade of shame
Horror howls
In every dawn
Newborn light
Teares from night
This rat race
Is about to end
Heart stops
In the abysmal aisle
Celebration
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towards Helsinki, Finland
waters stream towards the same mire, nameless roads to the same wasteland
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