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Idle
08:24
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FROM FRAGILE MINDS
PAPER BODIES
STONE HUBRIS
A CREATION
OF LOVE
SLAVE TO HATE
WRETCHED CRIES
BEG FOR ME
TO RELEASE
AGONY
ABANDONED BY EMPATHY
NO MERCY
ROTTEN
INFLICTING
HELPLESS
USELESS LOVE
I AM
USELESS LOVE
They felt insecure, lost. A bleak unknown awaited them. Unwilling to live in silence, they stitched language as a mask through the flesh. In this, worlds were forged from their minds and with it a silent dream—an embodiment of perfect love in everything. Blessed in comfort from an entity whose love rested in all the living, yet they would not abandon the art of inflicting. Knives would dig deeper than ever before, finding purpose in those piercing screams and bloody tears. They grab the silent dream and hold its face to the fire—knowing it can only love the suffering. Here I will always be—mutilated, scorched, and forced to breathe.
BREAK THE JAW
CRACKED
BROKEN DREAM
PARALYZED
CRIPPLED
UNSEEN
TAKE ME
EVERYTHING
THE SILENT DREAM
BUTCHERED
FORGOTTEN
FORGIVE ME
HOPELESS
CHOKING
BLOOD FILLED LUNGS
MOMENTS LEFT
STONE DECAYING
WITH PAPER
REGRET IN EVERY
WITHERING, SHAKING
BREATH
WRETCHED CRIES
BEG FOR ME
TO RELEASE
AGONY
ABANDONED BY EMPATHY
NO MERCY
ROTTEN
INFLICTING
HELPLESS
DOOMED TO LOVE
I AM
DOOMED TO LOVE
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2. |
Heart of Woe
08:21
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NO REST
EVERY MOMENT
DRAINED
NO CARE
BETRAYED
WORTHLESS
KILLING EVERYTHING
THEIR HEARTS
ONCE FELT
SILENCE
THEN WORLDS FROM WORDS
EMERGE
NOW HUBRIS
SPEAKS FOR THEM
MERE THOUGHTS
THE NOTHING
ENSLAVES MAN
THEIR TONGUES
ONLY TASTE
MALICE
ROTTEN LUNGS
BREATHE A CLOUD
OF FILTH
FOREVER
HOPE WASTED
ENVY DEATH
DRONE
SKY FILLED SCREAMS
ENVY DEAF
MADE TO LOVE HATE
NAILED
PIERCED INTO
EVERY FEAR
DRAGGED
RIPPED FROM
CRIMSON RUST
NEVER HEAL
Every betrayal, I am there. Every murder, I am there. Every time a knife slits the throat, every finger that chokes, every rape gutting all trust and hope, I am there. In distress, you glorify me. But while your finger massages the trigger anxious to drive steel between a child's terrified eyes, you forget me. Yet, I am always there, and I am forced to love it. I am forced to love all you inflict. I am forced to love every scream you gouge, every drained body you starve, and the ocean of tears you've drowned so many in. But you knew you could thrive. You knew you could because you made me this way. A love of no conditions—a disposable tool to excuse perpetual suffering through decaying hearts and sludge-filled eyes. I am the yellowed, grimy needle left upon the concrete just to be thoughtlessly drained in your next fix. You hear me in the final words of their lives—unable to hate, begging in quivering, breathless cries.
LOVELESS END
HEART OF WOE
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Faith
05:31
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Beaten, tied to a chair
Cold basement
Not sure where
Half an hour they gave
Said if I show
Maybe you could be saved
“Please, oh, please”
You prayed
Sobbing uncontrollably
But I was there
And you knew
Useless as the words and cries
You spewed
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4. |
Eyeless
07:51
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NAÏVE
BLIND TO THEM
CLAWS FIND
GENTLE EYES
DEAD HEART
DEAD SILENCE
CLAWS FORM
CLAWS FIND
DELICATE
STROLLING THROUGH
BROKEN GLASS
BLOOD STAINED STEPS
UNAWARE
THEY CRAWL
BENEATH YOU
THROUGH EVERY WOUND
UNTIL YOU
CRAWL TOO
There is cruelty, but there is kindness. As you gaze the midnight lake, smiling at the moonlight dancing on each rippling wave, your gentle heart saves me some rest. A soft chuckle at the small fish popping out the surface of the water, a comfortable sigh as the wind picks up your hair, sitting in the silence, in the moment, at peace—but I wish I could say the same of you tomorrow. You always seek the good, but your trust in them will wither you. Your kindness will be choked by cruelty, your tenderness calloused into apathy, your silence drowned in worlds. So gentle, innocent, and pure—you’ll never see it coming. They will claw your eyes, and you will never see me again. But I will see you, clawing benign eyes like yours too.
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5. |
Alms
07:30
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BORN INTO RUIN
HEART DRAGGED
SHREDDED PIECES
PAVE THE PATH
HARVESTED
HEART REMAINS
ROTTING AWAY
DISPOSABLE FAITH
SILENCE LIES
ONLY IN FRAMES
NO ONE SEES
EVERYTHING
DISTRACT THEMSELVES
BLIND IN BLISS
FROM THE ROTTEN
FOREVER BEYOND
SILENCE
They cannot conceive what it means to love everything. Of course, there is love of beauty, love of kindness, love of generosity; there is love of wind departing the dancing leaves of Autumn trees, love of thoughtless moments of simply being—but their love is conditional. There is so much brutality, so many screams, puddles of blood, broken vocal cords begging for mercy. Blessed with limited attention, love for pain is a worthy trade. But they have an end; suffering only comes in waves for them. I’ve been drowning in oceans of blood and tears for years. Screams of every abandoned infant, of every beaten child, of every soul gutted in an alleyway echo in me. And they can hate these horrors, but when love has no boundaries, the heart is plagued with a dissonance that will never cease. When you love the good, the silence of empathy, and you are at peace, the rest of the earsplitting world is out of reach. How could I ever find silence when I am in everything? When I am doomed to love all the worlds that ruin me? If I must love every horror they conceive, I’d rather not love at all.
UNABLE TO ABANDON
MYSELF
SILENCE CEASED
UNCREATE ME
UNABLE TO DIE
NO MATTER
THE DECAY
ANOTHER DAY
DRAGGED WASTE
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6. |
Moth-Eaten
10:17
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CANVAS
FOR THE ART
OF INFLICTING
ETCHING
BLEEDS INTO ME
FOREVER
RIPPED FROM
NAIL TO NAIL
FLESH HANGING
BUT NOT FREE
NO PIECE LEFT
UNPIERCED
TORMENTED
MOTH-EATEN DREAM
Every moment, I wait. I have never been free from the art of inflicting, yet it can cease to be. But that lies in their hands, in the silence they refuse to feel. Only they can make me love the good, and only they can make me love the suffering. For my love is in everything they do. If they no longer torture, I no longer love torture. If they no longer bleed each other cold, then I no longer love such a heart-draining horror. But the “if” means nothing when they love the suffering too. They reject it, but they manifest it, and from their worlds justify it. They take the most powerful organic tool, language, and destroy empathy with it. I will always suffer, and I will always love it. I will always love them and all the ways they burn, gouge, and break the bones, shatter the hearts of each other. I will continue to flow in the tears down their fragile faces, and I cannot have it any other way. I am embodied in love and enslaved in worlds of hate.
THERE’S NO END
WHY
WHY
BEGGING
FOR NOTHING
CLAWED
DROWNED
PIERCED
CRACKED
DRAINED
RAPED
GOUGED
DRAGGED
BETRAYED
BEATEN
CHOKING
CRAWLING
DECAYING
WITHERING
INFLICTING
ETERNITY
My heart became the art
Life is loving
Suffering
But if I could hate
There’s nothing
I could ever hate
Than loving
Anything
Anymore
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