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The floodgates have opened deluge rushing in all the shellfish    are writhing deep under my skin ******* out my juices my heart bleeding                       thick my heart on the platform in textures that tick like time in a bomb                 inside a box in my painted ribcage just waiting to blow like a self-contained rage and I can no longer hold it as implosion ferments my insides are bursting in iridescent            s l o w motion every one of my cells             a chaotic torment As my body shudders and shakes and splits in the blast I know that my mind        is free at last my essence climbs this final ascent questions form into peace as tissue is rent I glance at the ***** on the sacrificial dais,             once inside this silken chest   It beats as it takes it,                as my soul rides the crest It accepts the heavy, on that stage, stuck through on a spike the world looking                     through us as transparency strikes and I am no longer a body just a traveling soul a companion        of the timeless going back to my fold And suddenly, there, peering in through the tender stained glass panes an aura flashing its signals in blood pumping veins Its silence is fragrant and wild in fluorescent screaming hues voices that sway me in deep strokes of blue and as I willingly splay myself upon the vaults securely fastened to my own demise my eyeless vision grazing the glowing black                         in swirls of slashed ancient language I see now so clearly that the dark one arrived the one here to take my soul with the ember mystic eyes melting what is left of my lava tripped bones lifting my abyss to spheres above yes that one over there is actually         Love
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Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 4:42 PM UTC
illusions of death
The floodgates have opened deluge rushing in all the shellfish    are writhing deep under my skin ******* out my juices my heart bleeding                       thick my heart on the platform in textures that tick like time in a bomb                 inside a box in my painted ribcage just waiting to blow like a self-contained rage and I can no longer hold it as implosion ferments my insides are bursting in iridescent            s l o w motion every one of my cells             a chaotic torment As my body shudders and shakes and splits in the blast I know that my mind        is free at last my essence climbs this final ascent questions form into peace as tissue is rent I glance at the ***** on the sacrificial dais,             once inside this silken chest   It beats as it takes it,                as my soul rides the crest It accepts the heavy, on that stage, stuck through on a spike the world looking                     through us as transparency strikes and I am no longer a body just a traveling soul a companion        of the timeless going back to my fold And suddenly, there, peering in through the tender stained glass panes an aura flashing its signals in blood pumping veins Its silence is fragrant and wild in fluorescent screaming hues voices that sway me in deep strokes of blue and as I willingly splay myself upon the vaults securely fastened to my own demise my eyeless vision grazing the glowing black                         in swirls of slashed ancient language I see now so clearly that the dark one arrived the one here to take my soul with the ember mystic eyes melting what is left of my lava tripped bones lifting my abyss to spheres above yes that one over there is actually         Love
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MPMEufMuyks and once again, besides that, "Amen" by the same project. "Eyes blinded now I see... and I know/ It's time to go... I'm not afraid..."
lora-lee
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Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 4:42 PM UTC
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