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Affliction of the Dead

Shattered, the fragments of my life lay scattered, engulfed beneath the shadows of my forever. I am broken, decrepit.

Lay this rose upon my tombstone
I shall not live by your lies

Only from the moisture of my rotting carcass shall I blossom

I went and turned it off; I'm not finished.
I tried to stitch it shut; I wasn't finished.
Please, please, please beat me to pieces.
I'll never cry again. Bludgeon me senseless.

For the friend in my head, let's endlessly talk.
For the love of god, make him stop.

Fear my name, in the dead of the night for I am reborn of flame
You will feel my wrath, I will destroy all things that lay in my path

It's raining relentlessly, and the last little flickering flame
Which I kindled and cared for so dearly is beginning to wither and fade

Now here I tend, in darkness
Scrawling onto tattered pages you once held so close

I would have showed you the world as it was in my dreams. I would have dropped everything.
And for those nights when we wept for the moon, I would have died for the spring.
I found myself at the roots of the elms, singing songs to the birds
and wishing this day would never end.

But it did.
These dreams came cascading down in a stream of fond memories and lost hope, and at the end of it all.

There's nothing left of you.
so when I left the loop,
what were you trying to prove?
You're skin and bones crumbling.
But now the cloud are parting.

With blue skies and endless heights,
so just fill your lungs and breathe.

Imprisoned by my mind, by my life.
I cannot find Peace within myself.
I cannot penetrate my scattered will.
I see where I have wronged, my very thoughts are my undoing.
My fear to die runs in correlation to my forever dying pride.
I mourn the death of who I was, I lose my grip on who I’ve become.

Far from this tangle of erratic thoughts, I will find myself once again.

See you when you hit the bottom.
You think a mother’s ever been so proud?
A falling wretch, they clipped your wings.
Heaven sent, from the burning clouds.

You know my face.
Remember me,
When everybody has forgotten you.

My dear Annie,
won't you please let me in.
I know that I've made some mistakes.
I'm so sorry,
I was never really there.
I'm just so sorry that I never even tried.

But you saw through my lies.

Kneel down before my feet, I am everything and nothing all in one, suspended in
time.
Conqueror of the frozen wastes. Tyrant of misery.
Nothing will ever change. Time and timeless, again and forever and ever and
ever.

Sometimes, amidst the cold, in isolation, amongst this chaos and despair
a distant light shines in this desecrated mind,

Beyond these forgotten shores of baleful unrelenting torture.
The sky has shattered, pouring its tears into oblivion and wishing away its unending paradox, as it crumbles into exile, piece by piece.
plunged into darkness by the undertow of the Maelstrom.
slowly, piece by piece, forever forgotten.

Take me away from here. I will slip away, watch me disapear.
The Maelstrom consumes me. An eternity frozen in time.

Cheer the sad puppeteer,
who constantly tugs as he snickers and sneers.
Frantically wiping his tears.

I'm always dancing in tandem with his teardrops so pained.
To the weeping; I shamefully lend out my frame.
Contortedly pulled to the centre of stage.

You brought me back to These darkened dreams, I must reweave. Just leave me here, at the roof of the world.

All the way up here where the stars never sleep, we could live forever and no one could stop us.

and all those perfect moments, they fell like raindrops.
now follow me to the heart of the wood.

We're the ones in your dreams, pulling strings in your mind,

A single tear from the elms of emptiness falls to stain the cracked earth and the soil breathes one final, desperate, breathe of life. Tiny budding flowers and colours of joy and hope explode from the water-bead. Undying, undimming, before shattering to dust. These woods have no memory of the touch of sun, or the smell of dew, and all I can hear through the deafening silence are the moaning trees.

It was Morrow who cursed this place. Now, cheerless and stagnant, it screams in the night so we hearken the cries from the heart of the wood.

I linger on in doubt, darkness comes early down here. Wishing upon ages, these flowers will someday bloom.

I'd wait here forever just to see these flowers bloom.
They never bloom.

I don’t even know you; get away, get away.
It’s sunk through. Oh the days, oh days when we
laughed on and stayed up late.
I should have sensed what you wanted.

Don’t you; get away, get away.
It’s sunk through. Oh the days, oh days when we
Dressed up and followed heart.

Summoning Storms

the fields, dead and silent begin to rise up from the earth
with their twisted appendages, suffocating all but myself.

A void of my own, floating in the clutches of my hand where I may pull at the strings
of time and torment those who constantly dig and claw at the back my skull.

I begin to gnaw, chewing away and spitting up the very fabrication of myself.
The Eternal Cold. Dark shall prosper as I plunge; descending deeper toward the
shadows.

Let me sleep, this endless drone must end.
I pray for emptiness and plague upon yourself.
for I am but a nothingness drifting,
seeking dead ends and false hope.

The Well. So dark and cold, it beckons me in the nightThe whispers, they follow me. Can you hear it? Can you hear it?

Down the abyss I fell, where I found my sinking face and drowned myself.

The Well. With It's mouth of tears, It whispers to me in the night. This darkness is far too familiar, it's pulling me down, it's pulling me...

Down the well I will wait, I sank for days just to forget my name. I forgot my fucking face, I left at the bottom of the well.

Tell me, how does the dark that forever masks my shame know my name?
And if it knows me like it tells me, then why not play?
It knows I've changed.

Please hide my shame.
Please hide the tears that stream down from my face.
My soul melts away.
I try to be different, but it all ends the same.

Weeping Wastelands

I am your fucking end.
You will tremble at my feet.

Bringer of pain and suffering, hatred sadness and despair. I will unleash upon the world the madness that manifests within me, and all of our hearts.

Do you remember a time before this barren waste of frost, death and decay. hopelessness and nothingness or was it all a figment of my imagination?

Will you remember me
As the one from the trees
When the forests used to sing
Or when I locked myself
In the heart of the wood
And threw away the key
You just kept giving yourself away
A gift to cherish until piece by piece