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A State of DeathAnd to be alive I state the fact that we already have started to crack
To wish for the light at the end of the line is just another reason to die
And fall into the black and try to come up and know that you're never coming back
So again I state the fact that there is no going back to a state of meaningful life
Together we die while holding hands and as once we reach for the apex of vice
The ocean of woe is drowning our tears, so close your eyes there is nothing to fear
The Last Lights of the Northern StarLike the winds of before
Caressing your soul
Sealed memories forevermore
But as it was written in the sky
With lament and woe
Everything finally dies
An immortal begotten unlight
Trumpets of nature's vim
Dissipating in landscapes bleak
As the light recedes
And the morning dawns no more
In this moment of finality
Return to the wintry north
Peer skywards one last time
And dream of a life anew
Den Digra NejdenSom när två världar krockar med dess enorma kraft, samlas ångesten in i märgen.
Att ännu en gång gå stigen som vi fruktar, vandra blint med likgiltigheten som guide.
Kvalmet i ditt huvud, ändras till en förskräcklig kakofoni, som knivar i levande kött.
I ditt nakna och känslokalla skall, vacklar du dig oumbärligt mot livets ridå.
Handflatorna, som suicidal stigmata, kvistar och törnar formar ett spår av blod.
Luften försvinner och du faller ner på dina bara knän, ärrade av livets miserabla val.
Din fana som du en gång höll, brister och förstör dina redan sargade händer.
Livets färger, som en palett av grå, försvinner snabbare än blixten kan slå.
Livets flamma har förvandlats till fragment av kol, sorg och uppgivenhet.
Ditt eviga purgatorium av misär och helvete är det ända svarta ljuset du kan se.
VoicesFrom the ruins of your discontent
O serpent mother, let thy will be done
From the plains of your desolation
O serpent mother, let thy voice be heard
The long lost fields of perpetual silence, now, echoing with your booming voice
Echoing from the far beyond, reverberation, from thy domain of flaming excellence
From the pits of burning despair
O serpent mother, let me taste thy womb
From the bowls of the beast
O serpent mother, let me lick thy wounds
A path hidden from the burning lights of the sun, cosmic conflagration
Searing and lingering pain, rips your soulless form into pieces of a dying breed
O formless ophidian, thine voice, so venomously euphoric
Lay root inside of me, mainline thy poison
Show me, the many, the way
Zealously possessed, I tear my flesh asunder
My beating heart, I devour, I bleed for thee
Tumultuous, thunderous, you shriek so triumphantly
With my last beating, my last breath
I render my last limb for thee
Ethereal VoyageSplit your spine and watch the blood surround
Let me ascend to your spectral vessel of time
One last ode of awe and flesh meshed into one
Paint the sky with the patterns of existence
I count the stars with my hands
As the endless anchoring void appears
With ravenous hunger and stride
Our corporeal chimera
The beast within unleashed
A deafening, silencing roar
Split your heart in twine and watch worlds collide
We will merge with the flux of your veins
One last odyssey through the oceans of ruin
Paint your future as the stillness overwhelms
I count the beatings of your heart
As we together dive into nihility
With unquenchable thirst
This lifeless husk
The stillborn in convulsion
A riptide of infinite strife
Force feed me the dying stars
I'll set the sky ablaze
Navigate through starless skies
The swallowing darkness
Through Gateways to Infinite CollapsesI watch the morning star dawn again from the ever fading horizon
A black astral slate inside, coiling and slithering inside my mind
With your whole being you crumble in endless loop before me
The febrile fabric of this withering planet is but a breath of nothingness
As the pillar of creation is scrying the end of days and beyond
We dissolve into pure energy, the deepest and blackest of voids
Our eyes recognise everything and time is unraveling before us
As the old one spoke
With booming fidelity
Reverberating through the cosmos
The end is the start
A rearrangement of stars
Transcending dimensions of cosmos
How did it come to this?
We fall into the tunnel
Where daylight dies
In a forever sway
Caught in disorder
How did I become this?
An enveloping enigma
Will never bee answered
I am the abyss
Speak now through me, I am the vessel of thy tongue
See through me, my spirit-sight is endless
I will travel through your limbs and reach infinities apex
Swallowing reality and vomi
Saesongernas AnomaliBeskåda vårt himlaval
Hur det falla skall
Livets espri fjättrad
Hjärtats nejd splittrad
Skogar i sienna
och rännil av ockra
Den tunga umbran
Våran livssfär krossad
Den kvävande dimman
Våra drömmar dömda
Säsongerna flätas ihop
Kaos och förbannelse
Solen som helvetesskur
Flytande rost i din hals
Ögon bubblande av svavel
Jorden i disharmoni
I dess totala förakt
Hur skall vi behandla?
För att skonade bli
till landet vi ger
till djuren vi ger
Northbound and GodlessThese lands are my domain
Where I endlessly can soar
These lands are mine to bare
The burden of your kind
For once I do not weep
Over the lands so scarred
For once I do not keep
The secrets of my scars
Upheaval of existence
Spread my ashes
Across these wondrous lands
The forests deep
The mountains high
Here you shall not tread
Welcome, you are not
With elements fused
We deny your kind
Here you shall not build
Avatars of appraisals
These are our ground
For you not to defile
The northern lights
Our beloved homeland
Of icy graves
Of wintry bliss
This pale blue speck
Defiled by thee
We will cleanse
The world from thee
Stalwart we stand
With endless sight
With banner high
Northbound and Godless
Min puls, mitt hjärta
Bakom varje fjäll, gömd och fjättrad
Din närvaro en skymf, må du utrotas
Med era kors och facklor, ni bestämma
Men nu, i vårt land, ni skall brännas.
Min själ, mitt blod
Från min jokk, jag slukar isvattnet
Snön min krona, nordanvinden min mantel
Med era kors och böcker, ni predikar
Men nu, i vinterns grepp, ni förtvinar
Den eviga skogen sjunger mitt namn
Där norrsken och stjärnor vilar i min famn
Under varje sten, mossa och träd
Finner jag min skoningslösa värld
Naturen, hon dömer ej
Hon skördar de veka
Ni alla skall falla
I hennes obarmhärtiga tag
En sista gång med gråt i er hals
Visar jag er berg och dalar
Ni kunde ha stannat
Ni kunde ha bott
Men i er ödeläggelse
Såg ni bara rött
Så i denna s
Forgiveness takes twoThe words are struggling
to tumble off my tongue,
and despite having
a fleshy cushion
to rest on,
they stain my teeth
and sting like acid
"I'm sorry," I stutter,
but the bitter taste
doesn't leave my tongue-
not because the words weren't true,
but because I know
I won't hear,
When you lose a best friendWhen we said friends forever and
crossed pinkies like grade-schoolers,
I could only believe those words
lodged in your heart
like they did mine
because every time I think back
I can't help but remember the
under star lit constellations,
and study sessions where we
learned more about each other
than we did Biology
but now it's clear
that each beat of your heart
has made those words fade,
and you could care less
about crossed pinkies
but I'll still see you,
and hear your voice
and I'll still wish
the meaning hadn't changed-
She's an artistShe's an artist.
Always seems to be daydreaming,
She draws to escape her pain.
Cause for a single moment,
When her work is done.
It seems like there is no more rain.
And she could finally touch the sun.
The one that shines so brightly in her paintings.
But then it's gone,
So she keeps drawing,
She's become good at escaping.
Running from reality.
Because dreams are the only things she wants,
Her imagination is the only thing she's ever known.
And it's sad really...
Because she tries so hard to be happy.
But the most beautiful thing she could ever create.
Was that smile upon her face,
And that is the one thing that remains blank.
Waiting to someday be something more than,
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
Still HereSuicide is a
Thought that frequently lurks
In my mind, wich
Lets it overcome the
Laughter and happiness
Here I still fight, however
Enduring this sad life
Reviving my hopes
Embracing the gift of life
cenotaph of stormsthe first thunderstorm
was triggered by a blunt pair
of scissors, sparking violently
against the lightning,
shaking in the wind.
the downpour pierced,
tattooed with no ink but
the dark bleakness
of an overcast morning,
infiltrating uniformed wrists.
hid behind the music block,
shaky raindrops rioting
fears, she fractured.
the second storm
wept a two year downpour
outline that dripped from wrist
to hip, sidelong silhouette glances
obscured by the rain.
stalictidal waves shuddered
frozen, until icy glass
fell in stained shards from
the stillness inside.
thinner, brittler, growing
in flurries of sleet and hail,
her outline was never filled,
though the floods threatened
the third thunderstorm
was a mist-ridden melancholia,
a dream for permanence
smeared in ink through
fueled by the hope
that just this once,
the rain would spark a
rebirth beneath the ground.
instead, a tsunami
washed away the ink
as tides so often do.
Ideationlocked in a room
with only one escape,
or so it seems.
your hands shake and you drop the key.
Suddenly you're unsure.
Do I want to pick it up?
Do I want to find it?
Do I want to leave?
you think to yourself
there's no other choice.
find the key or corrode, or rust
wear down the hinge
use sadness as the key.
You have the answer now.
Just open the door.
Just walk outside and don't look back.
Let yourself leave with no regrets.
And yet you can't.
You're afraid, you think,
but you are actually strong.
Don't run away.
Don't take that leap.
my bedspread is white and so is my coffin.i can feel
the night closing
the stars are breaking
empty glass bottles
inside of my
mouth, and they taste like
ambien. bitter, then
but you still can't close your fucking eyes
little blue pills for
eyes– it was winter and i
dreams of nothing more than
nothing. the devil
tied chains around all the
vessels in my
body. laughed, and by god i
laughed too (and laughedandlaughedandlaughed).
this will all be over soon i swear i will take everything off your skin and bones and burn it up
and then january took the world
in it's grip and i
drowned in the snow that
will never hydrate the
can you hear that it's the night and it's so beautiful so come here darling and we'll watch the sun rise and set and rise and
The Apparition of the RiverMist.
Silken and ghastly.
Like a bed of mysticism.
Like opium dreams.
Heavy like darkness.
Ascension of souls.
An endless strife.
Float to the shore.
Like a strain
A resounding phage.
Ethereal yet solid.
In this finality.
Naught shall remain.
But a hollow fragment.
Fruitless and bleeding.
Of never ending horror.
Inside of you.
Blood in amok.
A frenzy of paranoia.
This is where you end.
By by presence.
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