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arria paetus – cave كلمات اغاني

the craving beasts of ash trees
huddled in their bas-m-nt marquee
listing lowly in the h-lls of their own memory

bore from holy prisons of selfish existence
hypothermic in the frozen tombs of silent talk

wandered on beyond ignorance’s icy plain
smearing the slow moments with stone broken feet
fed on the young fat of failed supervision
circling the drain of life’s vicious cycle

like a roach rich with the remains
of another poisoned bug
fear and trembling, the innocence lost in misery
swayed in circles around the slashed feast
slit and stilled by the claws upon a gasping wrist
an audience obsidium, held on a dissonant note

of reflection and despair, violence then defeat
like a broken needle amid a pile of gl-ss

dominated by the dog of their desire, their shame
smiling hollow scorn upon the pardoning pleas

stripped of skin and blushed with harrowing pain
like a pile of black tar and plucked doves
set softly upon scratched tile and dirty caulk
the still pools drooled dry on its broken grid

flecked with feathers and the fragments of skull
detergent flakes dashing the face
like snow in the dark of a dead fire

like a crumpled flower, like a bruised fruit
creased by a panicked brow, crowned with a crust of blood
the open eyes crushed to weeping ovals of desperation and despair
waning moons wavering in the flame of stinging tears

the scream of them silenced, the call of them unreturned
mercy, oh thee, please relinquish me

not near an ear, but locked doors and boarded windows
shunted down a spider’s hole, the bent limbs broken
to a wilted m-ss of cartilage and sinew
dead branches spilling out in the sp-ces between
the soft swell of tissue through a cracked container
the map of thoughts, fl!ckering as the lanterns extinguish

the rushing dark screams
the spiders fill the cavities like cigarettes
between my t–th
black rot in the crevice of an eager mouth

dancing in the caverns of dead children
smile sticky with webs, sore with the weapons of neglect
raw at the corners from the entrance wounds
shadowed hues declaring the deliverance

i cannot grasp the blooming of these hands
split skin reveals the sinew tied taunt to bone
the flesh does not glisten, veins lie flat and still
muscles clump, atrophied and self-consumed
the calluses pr-ck through, white upon the dullness
i pull, pry at the crippled claw with impatience

the pinch slips, caught to the skeleton palm
locked to myself, trapped in h-lls i have wrought

silence in a howling of thought

- arria paetus

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