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November nights, blackened
I met you there, at the bridge by the highway
I was going to jump
But it was something about the passing lights
Of those automobiles
It was your presence
I closed my heart, but opened up my veins.
November nights, blackened
I was traveling alone
And you wouldn’t leave my mind
I wanted to breathe you in
And dispel you
But you are a cancer
And I think that it's too late
Because we exist
Symbiotically.
November nights, blackened
I know from this pain burning within my chest
That I never once knew love
I closed my heart, so you could open yours
But you never did.
I know that I am a virus
Still, maybe we can meet again
At the bridge by the highway
At the bridge in Montréal.
But I’d rather die alone.
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Sadomasochism
06:40
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Scars from razors long since rusted and discarded
Like we have discarded our used up flesh
The ashes of our holocaust billow up
From the furnaces below
This is the hell that we have wrought
Flower petals scattered like track marks
Symbolic of the hours we've lost
And all the people passing in the streets
Give off the same despondency
Their faces contort like the surface of water
I cannot look them in the eyes
Or maybe it's the passing minutes
The feeling of blood flowing through my veins
And the broken glass on my skin
And your dead gaze
And their fucking lies
The trees slump down in the distance
Expressing foul rancor
Exuding their disdain for the earth
The pine needles pierce my skin
The euphoria that I felt when I looked into your eyes,
Is a pallid reflection of the cicatrices on our arms.
It's sadomasochism.
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Pluviôse, irrité contre la ville entière,
De son urne à grands flots verse un froid ténébreux
Aux pâles habitants du voisin cimetière
Et la mortalité sur les faubourgs brumeux.
Mon chat sur le carreau cherchant une litière
Agite sans repos son corps maigre et galeux ;
L'âme d'un vieux poète erre dans la gouttière
Avec la triste voix d'un fantôme frileux.
Le bourdon se lamente, et la bûche enfumée
Accompagne en fausset la pendule enrhumée,
Cependant qu'en un jeu plein de sales parfums,
Héritage fatal d'une vieille hydropique,
Le beau valet de coeur et la dame de pique
Causent sinistrement de leurs amours défunts.
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Lacho Calad! Drego Morn!
07:56
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Tears unnumbered glimmer within
Endless sorrow
Dying dreams suspended motionless
Withering within
The suffocating black
Drown among
The daughters of the firmament
Bleed from the
Earth’s degenerate heart
Within the silence of our hopes
Lies naught
The incense that paints the heavens
Dances languorously
A grey deluge
Which draws upon weakness
An apparition
That sips at the dredges of our fear
Drown among
The daughters of the firmament
Bleed from the
Earth’s degenerate heart
Throttle the infant before the eyes of God
Your dreams will perish in the fires of the Dawn
All flames will falter before the rising sun
You will kneel in reverence
Before the Altar of Dawn.
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Carrion
05:22
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When the dust of the world settles
Within our ragged lungs
When the worms begin to wither
In the hollows of our skulls
When our eyes become weary
By the dusk’s murky light
When the mind is drunk and listless
From decadence and city nights
A dismal revelation of the coming dawn
Light cresting over the horizon
Oh, how the warmth sickens me
Germinating all that is vile within my core
Flowers of evil, consume my flesh
Bathed in the light of the new dawn;
I, the carrion
Apocalyptic visions cloud my sight
No light has reached me
Your light will never reach me
For I have bled
Upon the Altar of Dawn
For I have shed blood
Upon the Altar of Dawn
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No Longer Human Guelph, Ontario
𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖞 𝖉𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙.
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𝔑.𝔏.ℌ. 𝔦𝔰 ℌ𝔢𝔯𝔯 𝔓𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔷.
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