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Chiaroscuro

by A Flower in Disguise

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How do you feel when your home isn’t your home anymore? Voices are there that weren’t before In the spaces of the quiet, it follows you Forms to your movements and crowds you now Makes your voice a whisper Just a murmur in your head No room for thoughts Repeating the same thing again and again Devoid of yourself yet again, another quest Voices growing louder Talking down Voices you can’t ignore You’d notice if they were there before, wouldn’t you They eat the walls so thin, so flimsy With a strange rage you take them in one ear out the other The life forces its way in through the encounter It’s set it’s sight on you So, tell me what to do Before the windows shatter My heart is pounding through the roof What’s the matter with you? What’s the matter with you? So, tell me what to do How do you feel when your home isn’t your home anymore? Voices are there that weren’t before In the spaces of the quiet, it follows you Forms to your movements and crowds you now Makes your voice a whisper Just a murmur in your head No room for thoughts Repeating the same thing again and again Devoid of yourself yet again, another quest to preserve myself from invasion So, tell me what to do Before the windows shatter My heart is pounding through the roof What’s the matter with you? What’s the matter with you? So, tell me what to do Voices growing louder Talking down Voices you can’t ignore You’d notice if they were there before, wouldn’t you They eat the walls so thin
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Painting in shades of clarity It seems frivolous The shades run brilliant red to crimson I seek a heart song But I find no heart to meet It’s autopilot how I’m functioning Inviting the hallucinations of the dark Entering underpass tunnels snatching light by the fistful There’s something on my heels Ooh, the chills run up my back Only calling back to sleep, as a remedy Inviting the hallucinations of the dark Entering underpass tunnels snatching light by the fistful The blackbird flew in through the window to quell all days Return to the nest that is my coveted Anytime, it’s better than this nothing I have to show What difference does it make I’m not always helping myself I know, I’m as free as my nature allows So, its without doubt that I’m found with my hands tied Oh, my mind knows no bounds I know, I’m as free as my nature allows I’ll figure it out By earth of my body rotting in the dirt By fire of the seraphim By drowning in the ocean with my hurt By the wind carrying my ashes Talking to the statues that mimic An ethereal land I long to see It’s autopilot how I’m functioning Inviting the hallucinations of the dark Entering underpass tunnels snatching light by the fistful There’s something on my heels Ooh, the chills run up my back Only calling back to sleep, as a remedy Inviting the hallucinations of the dark Entering underpass tunnels snatching light by the fistful The blackbird flew in through the window to quell all days Return to the nest that is my coveted
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I existed before and I will persist Without your hallmarks to a journey you didn’t embark Deciphering the beginning or the end from the fall or the rising The tears in my eyes feel the same I’m not entitled At odds with what I want To see it done, I have to be the one Excuse me, coming off too strong A ripple through the waves The effect of a butterfly without a hive To make the most in a brief time Who gave you the power? Where are the people Oh, fickle ones I give myself to the fire Didn’t bat and eye when they chose absolute I’ve been surviving I existed before and I will persist Without your hallmarks to a journey you didn’t embark Deciphering the beginning or the end from the fall or the rising The tears in my eyes feel the same I’m not entitled At odds with what I want So many conditions to my worth To see it done, I have to be the one Excuse me, coming off too strong So many directions A ripple through the waves The effect of a butterfly without a hive To make the most in a brief time Sweet to sour Pick your weapon now Who gave you the power? Where are the people Oh, fickle ones Who is worthy? Don’t speak for me I give myself to the fire And they chose
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No waiting for inspiration to strike I bring it out I can be your mermaid in the bottle Sight of a rainbow in the grotto Knowledge is as close as I come If it’s the fire that burns in the angels that lights the underworld We Dore still captivating Growing grisaille killing time A cut by light A life of stock images with no sentiment Homesick for place I haven’t been From the thought to a life all its own Addicted to the feeling through absurdism dismantling Living many lives at once remaining misanthropic All is my benevolence I am my own fear, love, my own enemy I am my own all or nothing, no unconditional Simulated I can be the message lost in the wind To a million kisses on skin Flip a coin, be born again No waiting for inspiration to strike Holding on to see the end I bring it out I can be your mermaid in the bottle Sight of a rainbow in the grotto Knowledge is as close as I come If it’s the fire that burns in the angels that lights the underworld We Dore still captivating Growing grisaille killing time A cut by light All is my benevolence I am my own fear, love, my own enemy I am my own all or nothing, no unconditional A life of stock images with no sentiment Homesick for place I haven’t been From the thought to a life all its own Addicted to the feeling through absurdism dismantling Living many lives at once remaining misanthropic All is my benevolence
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Withheld the intimacy of personal with exposure Jaded to civility, talking small Spoilt to submission, talking small Jaded to civility, talking small Too close for comfort Now everything is meaninglessly stark Too many gifts taken for granted Under vaulted ceilings There echoes of voices lost long ago Rotating my dodecagon heart, as a Rubik’s cube Sacred but dilapidated Rotating my dodecagon heart before it burns through me Meant for my ears only Meant to missed Made so short and sweet Holding me endlessly, blissfully I miss you only Under vaulted ceilings There echoes of voices lost long ago Rotating my dodecagon heart, as a Rubik’s cube Sacred but dilapidated Rotating my dodecagon heart before it burns through me It’s all you’ve shown me The stark exquisite Tapping all the sides to stir what’s inside Living quietly Withheld the intimacy of personal with exposure Jaded to civility, talking small Spoilt to submission, talking small Jaded to civility, talking small Too close for comfort Now everything is meaninglessly stark Too many gifts taken for granted Meant for my ears only Meant to missed Made so short and sweet Holding me endlessly, blissfully I miss you only Under vaulted ceilings Unsuppressed there echoes of voices lost long ago Rotating my dodecagon heart, as a Rubik’s cube Sacred but dilapidated Rotating my dodecagon heart before it burns through me Bridled by too many rulers So many users and abusers Without shame Now everything is meaninglessly stark Too many gifts taken for granted
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Thralled by the height I look but see nothing How far will you fall? How far will you fall? From the flesh, to pulp, the hard pit, osmosis Cracked my teeth when I bit it Give me all that is hidden The leaves are barely hanging on Sticky, sticky, like ripping a heart out of the living We share blood now, both dripping Sinking into the mud I’ve bitten for the bruise From the flesh, to pulp, the hard pit The despair, jaw breaking Too soft to hold together Where do we come from? I look but see nothing To share, not to cater Sparing you the discomfort Too soft to hold together Turned by the heat to rot in my hands The bugs have always been drawn to me I root through the pit of earth, to the heart, despair Poison apples arsenic sweet, sick peaches, blackened plums The worms were quick and discreet before me I know the worst before it gets to me How far will you fall? How far will you fall? From the flesh, to pulp, the hard pit, osmosis Cracked my teeth when I bit it Give me all that is hidden The leaves are barely hanging on Sticky, sticky, like ripping a heart out of the living We share blood now, both dripping Sinking into the mud Too soft to hold together Turned by the heat to rot in my hands The bugs have always been drawn to me I root through the pit of earth, to the heart, despair Poison apples arsenic sweet, sick peaches, blackened plums The worms were quick and discreet before me I know the worst before it gets to me
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The haze is gone But I can’t will myself to look Froze to the glass panes of my palace Now frosted and stained Even after the rain and the seasons change Not even the falling soft diamonds can wash it away The tears froze to daggers midfall Challenging everything prototypical Face after face it’s the same thing Chip one and tear it away, there’s the frustration And the pain, more concentrated Through the smile Through the laugh Letting the warmth of light come in But the cold sting emanates from within Made my bones wind chimes of steel pipes and iron Set the butterfly rising Froze to the glass panes of my palace Now frosted and stained Holding artificial rainbows Even after the rain and the seasons change Not even the falling soft diamonds can wash it away The tears froze to daggers midfall Challenging everything prototypical Face after face it’s the same thing Chip one and tear it away, there’s the frustration And the pain, more concentrated Through the smile Through the laugh Letting the warmth of light come in But the cold sting emanates from within Made my bones wind chimes of metal pipes and iron Set the butterfly rising
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Ichor 03:43
All ask questions What is missing All know remorse, ichor pours While others are praying for more All without the answers Their existence concedes Damn sure unlike a damsel, oh heretic Knowing both victory and defeat run its course, in a sprint like it was stolen All know remorse, ichor pours A wound to be filled with the next best thing Packed to the brim, bulging skin Muted, endless consumption of all that’s red, albeit undead, so passionate Compromised by nature to fractions but more myself than ever before Lost eternity, to the timeless feeling Grieving prematurely, familiar already As the angels who know haven behind the gates of hell Embodying all emotions with certainty Too functional for depression All love comes on like obsession A wound to be filled with the next best thing Packed to the brim, bulging skin Muted, endless consumption of all that’s red, albeit undead, so passionate Compromised by nature to fractions but more myself than ever before Temporarily restored, taken over by busy work All without the answers Their existence concedes Lost eternity, to the timeless feeling Damn sure unlike a damsel, oh heretic Knowing both victory and defeat run its course, in a sprint like it was stolen All know remorse, ichor pours
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Schism, you lack imagination, surrendered to ritualism I can’t teach you my salvation I gave up my retreatism and rebellion On the off chance I talk to you I won’t reveal my motivations I couldn’t even if I wanted to Wayward, if I was anyone else But I am myself, so deviant No lead to follow No social control Bad seed, good deeds Only honest intention Anyway, I wouldn’t accept your invitation I’m busy being alone Being my, being my own person Conformity, it is grateful punishment And unworthy of reward The gutting The mind numbing Searching inside my brooding to surface something new To see the unprepossessing truth and still smile Bearing fruit of a bad day, something to take away Other than just heartache Schism, you lack imagination, surrendered to ritualism I can’t teach you my salvation I gave up my retreatism and rebellion On the off chance I talk to you I won’t reveal my motivations I couldn’t even if I wanted to Wayward, if I was anyone else But I am myself No lead to follow, no group to belong to Just lost too The gutting The mind numbing Searching inside my brooding to surface something new To see the unprepossessing truth and still smile Bearing fruit of a bad day, something to take away Other than just heartache Bad seed, good deeds Only honest intention Anyway, I wouldn’t accept your invitation I’m busy being alone Being my, being my own person
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Counting my teeth with my tongue Eye pecking dissection Claws scratching glass Bones for the butterflies to roost Tears rolling smooth, smooth My, my so aloof My love so elusive Myself so reclusive I doubt the pursuit Expecting the worst thing To lessen the anticipation Or weight of complete devastation My body is locked The hallow sockets My soul carved out Dry heat sealed my mouth No sound is adequate Nothing real to loose Running into the brunt of it The sharp edges in my grip The second time doesn’t miss No counter for it Counting my teeth with my tongue Eye pecking dissection Claws scratching glass Bones for the butterflies to roost Tears rolling smooth My, my so aloof My love so elusive My is body locked Myself so reclusive I doubt the pursuit The hallow sockets Expecting the worst thing My soul carved out To lessen the anticipation Or weight of complete devastation No sound is adequate

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released December 11, 2020

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