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Suffering From Dismal Vain

by MELANKOLIUM

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Engravings for the rapes and pedestals for dust Obedient after the lobotomy was performed We gasp for the air we found in the most septic waters Greatest parasites of them all Filling the growing hole of potential disappointment Pouring into carcasses of dismal Birthing shelter for relentless perversion Growing from the pressure, flooding on the floor We look at the layers of the endless seeming downfall Descending further beneath the soil Entangled in branches forgotten, erased from the memories Wretched from their presence of remembrance alone But we swallow the delusion, throw up reality Burying every glimmer of hope We gag up forgiveness, eat the corruption Incarnated from funerals long ago Black vomit of tyranny, sin and tragedy we worship For them we array the pedestals Laying there cut up from the pieces and shatters Collapsing from the only place where brilliance was preserved Scattered futility for the victims everywhere Carving slowly like the blade which once tore the skin off Within the past times where at the bottom it was The flesh which was tortured fell to the same fate once more Yet we cherished it's wounds, we stepped into it's hell
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A million colored moths were crushed beneath my footsteps Walking down the worthless paths I myself once chose to take Like the caterpillars they once were, but reversed Birthed, opened and reformed, but all of it was too late Leaving all behind, from this frostbitten world Disturbed by childhood dreams, my sleep never gave me rest Catastrophes like salt in my eyes Blinded by it all, in front of moving traffic I stand While colliding, the catalyst of emptiness which I found myself to be Finding answers where the worst of my scars come from Against all my will I'm still crawling on my knees Searching throughout strangers in eternal martyrdom Another body to stack in the corner on the pile Of the room that is spinning, which I have made my home Hanging from the ceiling beneath rotting skies Choking on my breath behind locked doors Pressed together, all forced to imitate each other For our amusement we all act in union Caught in current affairs, teeming against either one All in moving traffic going nowhere Pressed together, all forced to imitate each other For our amusement we all act in union Caught in current affairs, teeming against either one All in moving traffic going nowhere All in moving traffic going nowhere A million colored moths were crushed beneath my footsteps Walking down the worthless paths I myself once chose to take Like the caterpillars they once were, but reversed Birthed, opened and reformed, but all of it was too late Leaving all behind, from this frostbitten world Disturbed by childhood dreams, my sleep never gave me rest Catastrophes like salt in my eyes Blinded by it all, in front of moving traffic I stand A million colored moths were crushed beneath my footsteps Walking down the worthless paths I myself once chose to take
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Light is no longer shining Silent are the hymns Birds are no longer chirping Burned down are their trees No substance exists Gone is everything Built foundations broken Life is not what it seems Unfaithful reflections An empty mirror A sea of tears A blood red river I stepped in the water Just as cold as me Promised to stay there Until I'm drowning It can not be corrected I bit the hand that feeds The only safe place Now collapsing Destroyed inside Broken spine For what was forgot I pay the fine Haunting memories This was never my place Gone permanently In a glass cage Without my wings Every single feather Torn out and ripped Never getting better Worsening violently Sentenced to lifelong phobia Hate this identity Plucked out every flower Where are my wings? Distance left me broken Separated pieces from me Yet of each accusation Guilty
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The whip of the flood has made us slaves to it Infecting the fragile which souls are dissolving Sewer water soaked sheets with blood red stains Flooded fields and strangers drowning in chains No importance nor are they afraid Arrogant beasts wear the necklace of shame Taking pictures, painting portraits A burden they chose to put in a frame A withering canvas where someone cut out the eyes A collection of remorse and a gallery of scars The taste of lead in the water from the fountain of guilt With torrents disgrace flooding the cities The burdens we carry are not heavy enough for recognition To stop the flood Collecting apologies for acceptance we starve With a hole in our heart, morally bankrupt The burdens we carry are not heavy enough for recognition to stop the flood
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Cover art by Lacrimaer

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released December 12, 2021

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