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found a way out
02:51
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why can’t i ease?
what do i need?
searching
through these organs
for a body
walls
pulsing full of life
blindly searching through the dark
find the hand
hold for life
muscles tense
and try to fight
in a tunnel with no light
find your way back out before the walls
cave in, blood and skin, let the pain roll off your chin
and as soon as we get caught
i can hear her beating rot
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2. |
every house is haunted
05:05
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one half of a mirror exists only for me
but when the lights went out i could hear what can’t be seen:
“look into
and trace the open wound
torturing the chambers
when the danger fills the room
look again
the walls are closing in
the mirror is a terror
as it separates the skin”
and once my eyes adjusted to the dark
i pressed my palm against the glass and felt a beating heart
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3. |
separation
02:34
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drool directly in the pool let it fuse with the you that you used to be used to,
fool, you never really were very clever, now every little petty metaphor slips out untethered!
‘them’ - it’s sewn into the skin- thin hem of a dress that you know they can see through...
it’s foolish to believe when you wake from the dream that the memory leaves you.
each day i wake with a tether uncut from a dream of a knife that’s touched it’s blood and a comfort rush from a maw so wide that your tongue might fit inside
bruised up fruit, the rot will chew
at one side of the mirror, though
a blade that bares no weight at all
can still be used to split the skull
you say im separating, but
I dont want to feel my gut separating
I dont want to taste my lips separating
I dont want to hear my skull separating
I just want to know my own separation
I just want to feel my chest separating
I just want to taste my blood separating
I just want to hear my voice separating
I just want to know my own separation
I just want to own my separation
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4. |
gnashing
02:00
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perfect breath
perfect form
lips spread
lips warm
bearing fruit
baring teeth
no pain
no grief
in my dreams i have everything
in my dreams i have everything
in my dreams i have opal wings
and my makeup on and my makeup on
in my dreams i have everything
in my dreams i have everything
in my dreams i have open rings
and i wake up raw and i wake up raw
with
tortured breath
tortured form
skin spread
skin warm
bruised fruit
bruised teeth
endless pain
endless grief
in my dreams i have everything
in my dreams i have everything
in my dreams i have open wings
and i wake up raw and i wake up raw
in my dreams i have everything
in my dreams i have everything
in my dreams i have opal rings
and my makeup on and my makeup on
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5. |
first night in heaven
05:01
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one night in the city
one night as the woman of my dreams
there’s something so mystical
about the way
i’m seen
one night in a body
the clutter of skin against the stone
and now my religions trapped
between the cloth and bone
one night in a body
a body that’s built to fill these halls
there’s something so biblical
about the way
my body’s hung
and spread across these walls
one night in the city
so why do i couple it with shame?
for something original
i wonder why i’m
going by your name
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i see a life
i hold the knife tenderly
with restraint
(press it into the fold
a body growing cold
whatcha waiting for?
well? whatcha whatcha-)
waiting for dark
so i can reveal myself
cautiously
(incision…
and outside of my field of vision
there is a being summoning something i can’t-)
imagine why
why must i carry this weight?
every day
(the burden is a ritual to me,
pressure almost comforting
i know i could cut it free-)
but am i sure?
how would i forgive myself
if i’m wrong?
(the horror's peaking around the corner
there must be a door around here somewhere…
just have to escape before i’m found!)
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7. |
face in the wall
05:49
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torturous breath
slow through the stone
soon i will replace my face with the face in the wall
just need a knife
and for my fingers to finally stop trembling
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8. |
knocked down dizzy
02:51
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tiptoeing on the needles head
balancing my voice
in the mirror
as if I had a choice
praying,
as prey so often does,
but i trust the birds above
the sun will be enough
one graceful hand
to cover both my eyes
under a halo of feathers
i’m tethered
knocked down dizzy
and i’m falling asleep tonight
bullseye in the vulture’s sight
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9. |
the spider's web
04:14
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how graceful the revealing light,
fresh, tender bending,
that dodges the shackles and the curtains
to catch the spiders web
the mystery
spun before my eyes
incision
a vision
to think that we
are spread in disbelief
upon the spiders web
the eye cannot close
without a sense of safety-
how delicate the hand
that breaks the spiders web
the mystery
wrapped itself around my finger
so when i trace
my life upon the wall
i am the spiders web
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transtemporal vision in a deepening incision of a knife with a name that i only hear when i’m asleep or when i feel the weight of muscle breaking skin and letting blood begin to curl into a fist i was afraid to let exist until the transtemporal fantasy vision appeared to me within a chamber of a life-shaped decision that sewed the torture to the beauty and fulfillment and terror like skin that fused upon the cross then separated revealing underneath was just a transtemporal self realization that bludgeoned my skull as though boulder or a bullet could even begin to describe the weight of the pull i feel in my chest so i press my face into the earth and eat though i know i’ll never be satisfied from just a transtemporal dream of anything but this body aching for an opening so i begin to hook my jaw and let my teeth pulse against my brain and with my lips wide open i
drool directly in the pool, let it fuse...
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eye of the lung
04:25
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do you feel that cosmic yearning?
do your visions leave you burning?
did you look like that?
a year ago in fact,
evidence the planets turning.
but then I let the sun hit the suture
because the eye of the lung tells the future.
what did i look like before?
do i know what i’m in for?
do you feel the weight?
heavens not so great,
how could i still ask for more?
here i am in the sight of the vulture
so will i see his face for the final time?
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12. |
the mirror is a blade
02:56
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The one weight I cant shake,
all it’s ever done is grow
The one breath I cant take,
yeah you figure they would know.
the mirror is a blade
let it separate my skull
press the pieces that fall out
into a trans-temporal mold
set the muscle and the organ in a
shape that bares the torture
and delete the life that used to fill the
void of its misfortune
every breath i take is tortured
every house we fill is haunted,
every mirror is a blade
and every body carries trauma-
let the poison sit within you just another moment longer as your fingers grip the knife
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and its a waste of time
the weight of nothing ever again
and to feel a life
you press the mirror into your skin
do you know what you have said?
take a breath before you
open up your eyes
just to find that it’s working…
is it a waste of time?
is it a waste of time?
i ask, as heaven rolls off my chin
and as i hold that blushing face so close
i can’t concentrate
open up your eyes
heavens falling around us
can’t you see the signs
as they echo around us?
god i know it’s easier to use a knife to
to cut the tangled gut than to try and untie it
with body built to fill the dream
id be the half of the mirror that exists for me
if you don’t recognize me
just know it’s what i wanted
all my life
it’s all i’ve ever wanted
if i open up my eyes
will i find a way out??
if i open up my eyes
will i find a way out??
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