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| DARK JOURNEYS |
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| “True Religion” Let my candles all burn down, wax figures on a marble table. Shall I tattoo a crimson frown, on my mouth while I am able? What was my crime, my mortal sin? My cracked and tarnished rictus grin. He left me empty as a new dug grave with nothing left, no soul to save. So, here's to my new savior of the night, my eternal damnation, my familiar plight. Consigned to this windowless, airless shrine, turning my cards, praying for a sign. Casting my fate upon the water, returning with a thorny sacrifice. Lost my soul and paid the price. Eden’s evicted and homeless daughter. |
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| “Asylum” What sanctuary shall I find in this padded corner of my mind? Singing a tuneless broken refrain. Rocking eternally, drugged once again. Bringing forth unspoken words on dark wings of carrion birds. So, this twisted malignant cell confines me to the gates of hell. Just when I think the end may wait, I turn the card and greet my fate. Wearing ashes upon my brow, Makes me feel better somehow. |
| A PLACE WHERE LIGHT DISAPPEARS INTO A SILENT ABYSS |
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| HOMELESS GRAPHICS |
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| “Nocturne” Fog-shrouded Son of Night, why do we walk on disturbed waters? Oily spectres of the past dance disjointedly here, in my absinthe hours. Things better left unsaid and buried forever return with an oppressiveness of poppies burning on the altar of ancient days. Awaken from funereal marching and face yourself in the mirror darkly. Flee the terror in the night your own eyes created. That vision haunts me by moon and torments me by day. Arise from white-masked dreams and give the Ferryman his due. Leave me on this spectral shore casting memories upon the water. |