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Utterance of the Deceased
This night is a rapture
Digging a grave
To hide all exposed
Wretched dogs
Laid to rot
Lay bare this futility
Admit nothing
Scream up into the light
Let worms fall from above
The heavens turn to grey
Turn this land to waste
Substance and the furmented
Nothing is a drug to me
No pleasure to savor
My dreams in decay
Silence is my pure emotion
Desecrate sacred sayings
With the bitter truth
Find a home without torment
In the slumber eluding
Cruel leaders together
Seek to indulge bloodlust
Algophobic, kill even the peaceful
So no utterance or action
Will mar the well-being
Held so holy
Savoring the slaying
They'll act as though
It was morose yet
Necessary, admit nothing
Beg a beggar for pity
Nude in a nordic winter
Ice hangs off the eyelids
Of the slain
Still breathing in death
Imprisoned by pain
No fantasy to gaze upon
Reality is the only fate
Crucified by the fearful
Somber and bleeding
Innocence quickly fleeting
Vicitim to the violence
Of godforsaken
Human beings.
Digging a grave
To hide all exposed
Wretched dogs
Laid to rot
Lay bare this futility
Admit nothing
Scream up into the light
Let worms fall from above
The heavens turn to grey
Turn this land to waste
Substance and the furmented
Nothing is a drug to me
No pleasure to savor
My dreams in decay
Silence is my pure emotion
Desecrate sacred sayings
With the bitter truth
Find a home without torment
In the slumber eluding
Cruel leaders together
Seek to indulge bloodlust
Algophobic, kill even the peaceful
So no utterance or action
Will mar the well-being
Held so holy
Savoring the slaying
They'll act as though
It was morose yet
Necessary, admit nothing
Beg a beggar for pity
Nude in a nordic winter
Ice hangs off the eyelids
Of the slain
Still breathing in death
Imprisoned by pain
No fantasy to gaze upon
Reality is the only fate
Crucified by the fearful
Somber and bleeding
Innocence quickly fleeting
Vicitim to the violence
Of godforsaken
Human beings.
Published 16th Jul 2019
Author's Note
I've been listening to a lot of black-metal recently, it inspired this piece quite heavily.
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16th Jul 2019 12:05pm
17th Jul 2019 7:58am
Thank you for the read and the kind words, it's great to see you all again!
16th Jul 2019 3:29pm
I’m so glad to see you, my friend...seems like it’s been forever!
This is such an intensely powerful write, I for one have always understood through my own experiences how music can influence the muse!
This is such an intensely powerful write, I for one have always understood through my own experiences how music can influence the muse!
17th Jul 2019 7:59am
It's good to be back, my friend, thanks for stopping by for a read! Music has always been one of my main infuences.
