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Dawn
05:38
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My eyes were forced open
To the light of the morning
Everything was so weary,
And old
My skin was enshrouded with warmth
Yet all I felt was cold
I will slip into your wounds
So that I feel your pain
I have seen through your eyes
Elated within your darkest moment
Within your darkest moment...
My eyes were wide
Under the light of the moon
Your arms were wan and Hallowed
It filled my heart with pain
And the deepest of sorrow!
My eyes were forced open
To the light of the morning
Everything was so weary,
And old
I was reminded of the halcyon days
But all I felt was cold!
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I breathed deeply
Of the dawn's first light
It felt acrid,
In my lungs
I breathed
The dusk's last light
But it faded away
From the hollows of my drooping skull
The mist rises around you
And you no longer breathe
The fog envelopes your senses
You relinquish everything
I breathed deeply
Of the Lethean mist
But you were no longer there
I tried to hide myself, to conceal my yearning
But you faded with my thoughts
Breathe deeply, this Lethean mist
Drink deeply, these miles of night
Breathe
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Drowning in Acrid Light
08:38
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Arms bound to a willow
Waiting for the dagger's blow
Pale skin bathed in sunlight
Steel reflecting the daylight's glow
Oh the tragedy of youth
Shall you extinguish such beauty?
A glimmer of doubt
Is all you have left
Gaze upon the dagger,
Still pushing you forward
Drowning in acrid light
Tipping scales which lack center
Palms slashed, dripping in expiration
Their fallow soaked within their blight
Merging, into space without center
Collapsing over unrealized yearnings
Murdered, still clutching the dagger
Deciphering images upon his dying flesh
"One is fruitful only at the cost of being rich in contradictions. One remains young only on condition that the soul does not relax, does not long for peace."
Flowers blooming, from soft white flesh
O the frailty of youth, poured upon the cold ground
Exquisite white cloth dyed red, with the immaculate blood of youth.
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Elegies of Loss and Doom
07:22
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All remnants of those pleasures
That I have not found, are scattered on my surface
You will see nothing
But my taciturn gaze
Burning scars into your reflection
Look down, or you shall be drawn apart
And buried behind me
Decaying in the ground
A womb, of cold earth
The beasts shall dig up your bones
Feasting anew, on the marrow
You have left behind
Rotting away, to your core
Reflection gazing downward
Toward the horizon!
Ever Fading,
You shall never reach those opulent feasts
Lying beyond where,
You cannot grasp
Cerulean robes draped over,
The Geishas hidden in the clouds
Their faces sunken and hollow,
Brimming with Imperial beauty
Nubile and writhing,
Ready to burst free from their frail shells
Eyes empty and wonting
You shall forever rot.
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Nepenthe Guelph, Ontario
Guelph, Canada.
🌹
Est. 2018.
Nepenthe is:
Scott Rice - Lead Guitar
Chris Rowan - Bass
Steven Rowlands - Rhythm Guitar
Konrad Schroeder - Drums, Vocals
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