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Grief and Its Due I
05:36
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This perpetual emptiness, everlasting.
From a heart crowned with sorrow, to a void widely expanding.
I never cherished the value of a moment until it became a memory.
Coasting through the darkness with a dim lit bearing.
These eyes blur reflections from the damp
and cold dealings.
My survival was not a mistake.
I have found that fleeting pleasure, so distant and free.
The gift of another dream, so lavish and cold.
Avarice hearts in a room so unclear.
No sooner said than done.
No sooner said than done.
A blind compassion for my plight.
Thus it is within the grief for the devout soul to mourn its due.
Mourn its due.
Mourn its due.
Empathy through silence, for all the departed.
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Grief and Its Due II
04:23
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Everything became so bleak and silent.
The warmth came and gone.
I am left with only the artistry to forget.
From each cut and color you would portray.
To lose touch, to lose feeling.
All for the betterment to sustain.
Pillars built in love, corroding in forsaken words.
You wanted this. Through skin and blood.
I know I am not yours to love.
Like the wind it came gallant and eminent.
Hands encased in gold, Leaving a child’s life in pain.
Refusing the very nature of our kin.
I want a guide through these moments in life.
You were never there and never to be here.
I drift alone and forgotten even after my soul expires.
I hope you never feel the warmth of day.
Tearing you away from the very home that you built in vain.
Your vulgar silence echoes in my head,
Draping over my eyes and fading skin.
Forever in waiting for a finality while dreaming in reverse.
Forever depending on infinity and our absolution.
Bring me back to when I had the strength
to leave it all behind before the light of another day.
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Caught in the waves again
I want it to be forever
Holding so closely warm moment touches
Details in numbercolor
I am 12, in that I walk on pavement and talk to myself about my feelings.
And you are, in your purity.
I can't say much more, but you know...
Singing crying my eyes out holding hands and saying goodbye together on perfect melody it sounds like every memory burning when running free on spring moments singing screaming crying choking on my voice holding together years ago tinier hands holding together brimming pink memory lake lit the sky on a spring night see it as the stars as the moonlight moment dancing around FF#Ab
Bruised youth arm
Caught in the waves again
I want it to be forever
Bruised youth arm warm moment touches
Numbers in details.
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Disassociated in aprilnight dreamlight
Golden and burning in the center of open space
Histrionic and granted
Something
Golden burning age
Alive feel line
Burning stars outside of you
Disassociated in aprilnight
I'm the center of attention
Just as should
Does golden fire
Just like I have to burn above
April orange ground
Screaming my name
I hear the distant stratosphere
Just like I have to burn above
And within my spring hands is your pink name
Repeat
Your company
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Dismalimerence Chicago, Illinois
Dismalimerence is a progressive/atmospheric black metal band from Chicago IL.
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