Astrakhan
Album • 2018
Porous this unborn son Weightless Fettered and tender Almost out Out of this broken mouth Light and cloud Heaving receiver, pull me out Now splayed, I bathe in wake I’ve made Once clear now thick with filth Opaque, drop of hours toiled falls Through unending , unknowing void No fate, to splash or make a sound Or make a mark on barren worlds All dust collected and hid in hairs To pollinate another place All viral speech of vanity Now blisters in my ears Now splayed, I bathe in the wake I’ve made Now thick with filth Opaque, drops of hours toiled falls Now watch me fall All complaints of blistered ears Are passed on to another And all of us perpetuate Through hate-speak pregnant mother Now splayed, I bathe in the wake I’ve made Now thick with filth Opaque, drops of hours toiled falls Porous this unborn son Almost out
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025
Burst of first earth Push to surface Break through plasma Break this union’s hold Toxic will be done Alive And a song bird calls me While you hold her down Show me control Show me to teach me My power over life And though I’ve taken much I have given it all In the hopes you learn yet to survive Beyond reproach To spite the gods To grant yourself This power over life Small hands, with mighty force behind My choice to feed, or let you wilt and dry In savage simplicity The leech dies the host lives Toxic will be done
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025
White owl steel key old growth on trees I am lost Again confined by vines that smother life To carry theirs And through the door Young eyes will feast on jungles with no name Index out To point and make A guttural claim To who is green A leaf’s a leaf in colour and in name Coarse and cold This life ruled now by tongues Cutting my teeth on the words Sick sweet copper taste Out of the fold Must have wandered away I am not the worst thing, i am the only one I am all to each man, another tongue to lie Destination knowledge, sight fixed, cross the yet unknown Without a word no memory no story told Cutting my teeth on the words Sick sweet copper taste Out of the fold Must have wandered away Now so enclosed Why must we write it down To see is to know
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025
I have observed myself on earth As a transcendental nothing Slithered on my belly Scorched white trails into the sky Choices not mine, yet by them I am defined My faith is gone, yet by it I am defined New birth of mind, crafted by old mind’s demise Safety in faith, now without I’m in the wild Scower Wonderer Coward Wanderer
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
Sweet surveyor of chaos Wondering how it all fell How you crossed over lost in this wreckage Binding words have their way way to flourish Building a fire that burns To never fail Asking the world of myself Driving deeper these nails Introspective, incessant Always asleep at the helm Pine needle craver obsessive Stir the earth Shred the thicket to keep at hand Building a fire that burns To never fail Asking the world of myself Driving deeper these nails Without new growth Process is bloodshed Toast to new growth Out with the old ways Lean in Let me go Back to old Known wind Syphon thought Better off
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
worst cowering wretch i have disowned my own self sealed bound to to his bed just need some rest the nine of swords way down this line that i have painted bullheaded a fool nothing can save the distorted wash this brush of its pride On your knees Hands raw Crawl upwards Or stand up and walk hopeless spend all of today suspending belief like water hopeless so today suspend your beliefs like water
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
I could drink the bitter poison Flood my system With anger Senses focus Fuse my essence So pristine With black tourmaline Twist every Precious moment Into these Moments for Me Into these Moments of deceit Hands can drip with tar spirit of the sun clumsy from the weight sucked fingers to clean gums constrict tongue now sticks self polluted shoulders hung the young heart’s bright descent beaten by the years what little of the boy is left so this is growth to know that fear is with us pressure upon us a race to hold to show that we were something a story worth telling grasp at the past before we know that fear is with us pressure upon us
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025
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