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As I break the soil, with the shovel in my hands
Sweat drips from my brow, evaporating on the ground
The headstone behind the fresh grave reads my name, as the date exclaims, it happens today
My mind was so clear
How was i supposed to stay awake
fog rolled across my mindscape
Walls crafted by masons of my psyche
Cracks spider webbing breaking down an entry
Don’t break me
I can’t see, So cloudy
I saw them laying on the painting
And when you stepped into the colors
You got washed away, by the different shades
I lost you, I lost the pallet, and you lost the way
Don’t drown in the color
What do you see
In parallel themes
Distorted dreams
Don’t put the brush down
My veins flow red
Don’t let your soul drown
Bring it back from the dead
Rot the gray shade
Watch it radiate
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Death of the Catalyst
04:34
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If every day didn’t feel like (the funeral)
The funeral for my motives.
If every day didn’t feel so mundane
Like I’m drifting from place to place
Just a vision passing with no rest
There never was for the wicked
(There never was for the wicked)
Like cyanide
The memories erode
Behind eyes
It never slowed
Losing sight
Nothing to be stowed
Losing the fight
Seams come unsewn
Another memory leaves temporal
Lurking at the edge of my vision
Mnemosyne's watchful eyes
A stare that ruptures My very core
And for a long time when I walked branches broke under my feet, the weight of Atlas felt crushing, But in time I learned that the weight I carry, is not all just for me, No!
Like cyanide
The memories erode
Behind eyes
It never slowed
Turn back time
This weight is my own
No more lies
I’m no longer alone
I was always alone
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Fluorescent Sun
03:58
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The sun never felt so bright
Feel like basking in the sunshine
And in due time
The moon rose
Giving way to starry night
I looked up and saw
A painting in the sky
Like God hand painted it
Just for my eyes
I can see through the veil
There’s a solace in the light
Where do we go when we die
Where do we go when we die
What color is the sky
What hue sits in the night
Behold the light
A faint blue glow,
Fists clenching tight
Pale like fresh snow
That’s when I sigh
I wasn’t blind
I just lost my sight
Nothing permanent
Just a shadow distraction
Just a shadow distraction
What I wouldn’t give
To clear my iris again
The sun felt so bright
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In Memoriam
06:25
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My eyes stay closed
For the last time
No vision exposed
Sole void, no joy
Black rose on the corpse
One million memories parsed
Do I have the time?
Is it finished?
The task, completed
Well, when will I feel it?
There was no light behind those eyes
I escaped the Haze
With help from the array
My mind laid out for me
Adjacent to memories
I seem to recall fondly
I found rest
It laid out in the bed
I found rest
It fell out of my head
I can’t stop my arms from reaching
I can’t stop my soul from searching
I can’t stop my heart from bleeding
I can’t stop my feet from moving
I can’t see where I’m going
This can’t be it? What?
There’s nothing here!
Well, maybe that’s the point
There’s nowhere to go
After you die
It’s the same thing you see
When you close your eyes
I watched myself die
Do you know what that’s like?
Now I lay arms crossed, lid closed
Roses wilted on my coffin
Carry the stench of decay
Engravings long forgotten
They once spelled out my name
I’m at peace
No one is waiting for me
Life is so beautiful
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andthecanaryfell. Minneapolis, Minnesota
Minneapolis Blackened Emo
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