Mourning Beloveth-A Murderous Circus

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The Apocalypse Machine

 

Faceless, numberless days, grey isolation

Time featureless crushing hope

Intense corrpted Bliss moments

Nothing, the Machine

Everything grinds us down

Escape until we seep, Nothing, the blackened soil

 

Flying in elegant circles, drift through time and space

Crumble under the wight of sheer intense bliss

Where everything is nothing and nothing - everything

It is a meaningless dearm from which we need to escape?

Tear at the psyche

To bring us down

Where everything is

nothing

And nothing everthing

 

Delve through the ether, drown in emptiness

I need nothing, I want it all

I need nothing I want the world to crawl

Somewhere in its depths

Lies what we have been looking for

I need nothing I want it all

I need nothing I want the world to crawl

 

flying in elegant circles, drifting through time

Crumble under the weight of sheer intense bliss

Where everything is nothing and nothing - everything

It's a meaningless dream

From which we need to escape?

Tear at the psyche to bring us down

The machine rolls through town

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Elemental Nausea

 

It's cold (so f**king cold)

A sordid trip to the wowels of creation

 

The seductive wasteland, marrow of the world

That gentle melancholy that so endeared in times past

It seems to hang with an unnerving ease

I've been here before but now it seems there is no way out

 

There is now way out but down, the ante chambers to nothing

The terror scratching at the surface of sanity

 

Eyes are plucked

The jackals are coming

Hands are bleeding

Raw from the scratching

Freedom lies

The depths of

Lies

 

Freedom lies

Through the ether

 

Elemental nausea

Free to stagnate

Grinding elation

Oppressive opiates

Residue of flesh

Through the ether

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The Crashing Wave

 

The dregs of the morning drift by greeting us with leaden winged despair

So come down

It clapsps with crooked hands and tears at the torso, ripping the flesh

So come down

 

It leaves but the scum, filth of the earth, stranded poisonous

Soak up the arid wasteland through every fibre of my being

Hold on to the high crashing wave, it may be our only chance of escape

So come down, come down with me, it may be our only chance of escape

 

Lurking in the shadows psychological self loathing violent desire

Slaughter the first born the debris of joy it's all that's left

But this is my only chance of escape the crashing wave

So I'll hold on until I crumble under the weight

 

A stagnant pit of twisted bones and contorted features wrapped in flesh

Yet stranded to wallow between the walls of destruction

A vacuum created by the desolation and loss of hope a sigh

 

A sighm a fatal glance to the fading pain that crouches in the corner

For the night is upon us, the triumphant return of joy

Immortality, intensity the need to escape

It seems to be coming through in waves the need to escape

 

And beneath its swell the search for absolution continues it's downward spiral

I wade through the fifth, terminal hope

 

Its infectious this murder

Its infectious, this murderous circus

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Nothing (The March Of Death)

 

A figure of despair staring into the nothingness, lost among life suckers. So

small standing by the ocean sensing the rain, worn out from grieving through

a storm of rage.I have succumbed to sorrow, the hoary darkness and the

all-consuming silence, for I had such hopes and dreams, dreams that fell like

vapours throug the summer air. I had such thoughts, thoughts that would crush

mountains and blunt the very daggers to my heart and yet the mere sliver of

hope sent to the corner to be lost among life's pain.... immortal. My bones

are weary; weary from this malignant mortality we hold on to with such grim

despair that it becomes all-consuming. In the glowering sickly green depths

of my misery I've drank deep textures and grotesque ecstacy it's elementary

splendour reminded of the the labyrinthine intricacies of being, the squalor,

the bewildering diversities and its lonely existence. A journey through a

half dream, each step a death. To slip through the cracks unnoticed or pause

and question the meanderings of time. The grey vastness we hold onto, The

glum adhesive that binds us through. No!

 

Hark! A football, the march of death

A hollow call to arms from the grave

A curator of dead souls brings us down

Is it a shadow of life or just some vision?

Apocalyptic dreams

Hark! A curator of our dead souls

 

Who is it that walks so solemnly through the graves?

Is it a shadow or just some vision?

Apocalyptic dream

Tracing patterns to bring us down

Who is it that walks?

The March of Death

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...Yet Everything

 

Fall

 

Somewhere between the chaos and sulphurous light

Into that strange arena where attraction and repulsion meet

Where love and hate divides, only to meet at a point

 

Aeons spent dragging the mortal trash through a slow existence, its worn me

down

I've emptied my veins into the earth for the last time as the weight of death

creeps through the silence - nothing perpared me for this

 

The space where my misery breahes has worn me down

I've emptied my veins into the earth for the last time

 

I've drank from the depths of the world

And poured my cup on the heavens

The dull playground

Between the chaos and explosive stillness

Where light and dark serve a purpose

To which humanity must bend

 

The trouble is I though we'd live forever

The truth is we were dead before we were born

If I wake again it will be in hell

If I see you again it will be in hell

 

Desire and suffering, the source of our delusions

They are only the extreme points to which we bend

Where the need for excess brings balance

No more torture, no more pain

 

It's pouring through my veins

No more torture, no more pain

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Disintegrate

 

A low primal growl

Reverberates through

my frame

as nerves

break through the skin

Plunge

The ether

The limits of excess

 

Nothing to savour anymore my body is drained

We are left alone pulsating round an infection

Everything has a point of no return

Surrender unsleeping to the unfolding light

It seems to carry us through until the end

 

Disintegrate disconnected scenes gradually form one seething mass

Oceans of extremes of joy and pain and crashing waves

 

Nothing to more to savour

We are left pulsating

Surender to the light

Disintegrate through the ether

 

The nausea is digging in

The tide leaves but the scum

The filth of the earth

It is time to soak up

The aric wasteland

Of the psyche through the fibres

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Part 1

 

The methods with which we synchronise our minds revolve around and expanding

vitriolic molecule

 

We sit and speak of a certain earthy melancholia that swirls like silver smoke

and falls throug the

incandescent air. As the evening creeps in and a glow swims through the

dissolving patterns of our

thoughts, a lonely sound could be heard on the threshold of momentary shadows

 

"I am the voice of melancholy that gathers your stars and burns them at your

portal

the quiver that slides through your dreams to deposit leaden despair"

 

The morning drops slowly by our sides we pause to breath the scent of decay.

Revolving patterns slip their laconic focus through the cracks we ar lost.

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The Words That Crawled (Live)

 

Lie in endless wait behind some cold shadow for a stream of stars that have long since died.

Their burnt cinders fall upon my heaped corpse and seep into my open pores.

 

With the deadened silence of my exiled mind shattered a torturous word crawled to the darkest cavern of my

being where a dim glow resonated from the eyes of my dead dream and tore a hole in my lachrymal sleep.

'Twas as if I had motioned the skies to part, and a piece of heaven to tumble past my hungry eyes when a

single lonely drop fell to the inviting earth and buried unending furrows to carve me open.

 

An absurd drop of pain within such a vast ocean of disease

presented a dismal glimmer of searing bliss that passedin such a blinking moment

that it might have slipped unnoticed but for the piercing cries in my heart

The dismal moments have now passed to flounder between the sea

and disease and lay waste to your bubbling pores.

 

The soft murmurs poured forgiving

and with envious assault laid waste my breath

In fleeting moments of joy a knock betrayed the vigilant ear and drowned in vastness.

 

You see through the dream, behind the vacant smile of the dead

And cut the seams, that held together my breath

Lifeless I lie, thoughts tear my mind and you fly

Your sharpened breath, echoes these halls for life

Slip the warm knife through my searing flesh

Nefarious agony slips inside my smile

 

As the swallow lands and bleeds, to suck the light and with it weave, dark veils of strangling gloom to cover

this silent room.

A fragment of shuddering light appeared and began to bite at the air, so thick with deceit, that all stood

still, all was weak

 

to echo through your soft, murmurous heart

and pierce your every word.

The dreaming veil strangles your shortening breath

as oceans of pain wash through your open veins and pour to the inviting earth.

 

To leave not a trace of those moments

that filled the empty halls and cold

would be to close the shutters on the day (and to dream behind a veil).

The word that crawled around inside falls away

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The Mountains are Mine (Live)

 

I have tasted it many nights upon my tongue the foreboding that worse lay in the dregs as I await some Stroke

of Doom From a corner of this weeping earth ,my thoughts unfold onto this world and leave me cowering for

refuge from torment and pain In silence I weep for lost memories so deep that I have torn all ties with the

physical So let me build a wooden bridge to the moon and I will rip the heavens apart with my thoughts and my

anguish

 

Linger in forgotten mountains all alone Cold beneath the moon Seek me and you'll find me Licking dirt from the

ground

 

Mountains are mine Fountains of fine wine Never will you find For they are buried in my mind In silence I weep

My loneliness so deep For they are buried in time Realised in your mind

 

Overwhelming anguish seeps through these veins turning my blood to ice,never to flow again Under innumerable

stars in vivid brightness my mind was naked for all to pick Now free to roam across the jagged pieces (of

heaven),wrapping myself round pieces (of heaven) Thoughts start to creep around my heart in vivid brightness,in

vivid darkness

 

The cold night draws in and the children are skulking With fear of reprisal,but the Mountains are Mine

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Narcissistic Funeral (Live)

 

Opened my veins yesterday and poured in the twilight

with its dead promises. Nothing makes sense in an imaginary

world that no one can touch. In the strange hours I dream of evenings

under moonrise and of fashioned ideals before they could turn

and go, had seeped their treachery into my widowed summers. Is this my lover, this face of death? I recoil to

the unmoving view.

 

The soft, voiceless emotions escape the exhausted frame to assail

tomorrows empty heaven. The dawn, with its dull smell, fills my nostrils

and the stench of a burning sun separates the hope from silent lips.

 

There is something painful in the first spring bud of life, it tears at the insides and claws at the doors of

tenderness

that riseth in black forms from an obsolete graveyard.

 

To cast my eyes on the horrors you have created or to turn and gaze

at the clouds? It remains cold and dark and the painless times revel in

a distant memory that only seem to trespass when the night is clear.

 

The bitterness tastes sweet and it conjures up images

of a narcissistic funeral

that injure my dreams

narcissistic dreams

 

The wordless world bleeds to the point of despair and the failed attempts to move end in quiet massacres. The

lurid calm is a stalking mountain that eludes the perceptive eye but eventually overwhelms to send us cowering

[KhAlEd OnA...!!]

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