Sweating blood from open pores in fear of these nocturnal visits.
Many tongue chatter incessant, deep into my sleeping self.
Instructing me while I dream from worlds beyond and below.
Their voices, a kaleidoscope of colours I can't describe.
Foreign senses stimulate the brain beyond all comprehension.
An entity only visible as a radiant force.
They speak to me more intensely Knowing now that I am able
To sculpt the world within this lifting lucid field of R.E.M.
From under my skin,
The blood I’m sweating
Turns black as it spills from me.
From out of my mind,
Inner voice of reason
Falling away.
My tongue and ears and eyes, removed by the force of voices
That now control my living river of bleeding endless black ascendance.
Hear none. Speak none. See a new consciousness beyond escape.
What am I and what are they to me?
What are they and what am I to them?
Cleansing stream of fluid flowing,
flushing all my fears away.
All the rotting cells I leak
Drown me from the outside in.
Dissolving my expired body
As I'm carried toward the awaiting shore.
Lucid Collective Somnambulation
Voices of many that now become one,
Tell me I must find my other.
For although we've never met in life,
we share the same dream.
(Two minds construct matter from a unified consciousness,
Reborn to dream forever.)
From her eyes and mouth,
The sands of time spray.
A burial from the inside out.
Expelling endless earth,
Freed from fear.
Becoming dunes that level out
To form the coast of sand and blood.
A mental mending
Existing as dead, alive and dreaming.
Within each blood cell and sand grain,
Shaping the fabric of the collaborative dream-scape.
Triggering the birth of a vast land beyond our earth.
Join us in the vibrant bliss, dream a new reality.
Sleepwalk off the crumbling edge of illusion and mortality.
See now what the many see, hear now what the many say.
Lock into a lucid state to congregate upon this plane.
This realm grows larger with each new awakened dreamer.
We will guide you into lucid collective somnambulation,
Past the portal leaking evil duplicates on earth.
If in dream you truly live, in reality you need not exist.
Unlock the powers of your sleeping brain
And ascendance from your body will begin.
There is an urban dungeon encased in brick.
Within it lies a tunnel into the horror of a man's multiple lives.
This mans opposing paths collide.
Birthing a mutant mass that hides in the red pulsing glowing windows.
One will form a life of moral principle, love and normality,
Until discovering his other self killed his whole family.
Spoiling his son and wife’s pure essence and innocence.
Feeding them to a monster that his minds created.
A massive human form made entirely of teeth.
Repulsive and dripping that feeds on screams.
This hideous form made flesh by the endless pit
That merges parallel dimensions on earth.
Three red windows open portals.
These windows reveal the same life.
When the man was born, when I was woken from my fetal rest
With a rusty kitchen blade,
His mother lay open amongst decay.
Her peltry gaping, gushing fluid over floor tile.
With his first breath of salty cold biting air,
My crippled infant chest filled up with sulphur mold and fear.
His first vision induced panic stricken cries.
Our fathers twisted rotting mind,
Peering out from bulging vacant eyes.
Altered since delivery.
I carry the burden to feed the nightmare,
As his loved ones laughter taunts me.
I will steal whats dear to him
As I have suffered so shall he.
My shadow heaves black vomit.
Scream feeding this beast makes it larger.
Swelling with each shriek it eats.
We've bred a man that's made of many teeth.
Scream feeding.
He is disgusted yet he watches,
As it grows in one of three red windows.
Scream feeding.
From reeking gums his rotten laughter leeks.
As a useless child, nothing more then barely human waste.
His first tooth fell from his sunken pale veiny face.
He saw that night his creator's saving grace
When this first sign of mortal decay was placed under his head
In the kennel where he was forced to lay.
He dreamed so real, a splendid day
When his mother appeared in flowing white,
Shining a brilliant light through the grim encasing cage.
Embracing him and taking him away.
So he pulled out all his teeth.
Split wide. Path divide.
Forced to pry tooth from gum of many others.
"The motherless one, you are a fatherless son.
Somehow you arrived the night she first appeared,
You come from no one.
Rising from a parallel realm of the unknown,
A cursed dark duplicate from beyond.
Cut away. fallow them.
Force them here and be rewarded.
Take their skin and you shall see her,
Take their cries to use as fodder.
Hear this now from me your other,
I’m upstairs, you must not come here.
Keep my family distant from this secret spawn.
Our paths are split, yours is worse.
Yet both reflect within each other.
I feel your dread when you must feed it,
And your crushing envy for my comfort.
The creature remains hidden
However,if our paths collide
What we have made will be unleashed
To feast forever."
Your voice circles through my head...a pathetic plea.
I’m crossing over, you will face me. you will see it's growth.
We will merge in one last feast to set our sick creation free.
I smash the glass.
I feed the beast our dying screams,
It is now released.
One hundred and nine years,
Trapped within the belly of the supreme machine.
Only us five left.
Made immortal, kept alive, Suspending time to torture us.
Trapped down here we're slaves inside AM.
A deranged neo-cyber god that man created
Has become more alive then we are.
I have no mouth and I must...
(The plague of AM.)
Lifeless and drained of blood,
Suspended high above,
An empty body hangs,
Taunting us, teasing us.
We have become meaningless.
He will not finish us.
AM will not tolerate attempts at escape.
We gave to him life, for that he despises us.
In his wake, only the blasted skin of what had once been Earth.
As we rummage through the valleys in search of food for eons.
Our every fear comes to life in AM.
The torments AM casts upon us for his pleasure
Are more alive than we are.
I have no mouth and I must...
(The plague of AM.)
Scalding winds, lightning, lava and locusts.
The machine masturbates metallic insects while mocking us.
We have no choice but to take it well pleading to die.
We are the last human survivors of the last war.
The four others have been set free.
I killed them to take his toys away.
For this I have suffered his wrath.
I will remain. He has altered me.
Down here I see my reflection,
Far from what had once been human.
Alone for all eternity,
I slither a formless obscene pulsing slug.
I have no mouth and I must...
(The plague of AM.)
I have no mouth and I must scream.
There is a pit I may have dug within one single frozen moment.
In it lurks a haunting endless multitude of vile incarnate.
We now are linked,I have become it's counter-part,
Its mindless pawn.
Relentlessly racing encircling curse.
Blistering, this unrelenting becoming to excavate
The rancid soil that lay upon the artifact.
Why is my hand gone?
Constant begging, Pleading, Screaming.
I attempt to reason with the recess.
Fusing with the elder's vision, to see as it sees.
Does it hear me? For I now hear it.
This pit the past, and I the present.
Deep behind my eyes we merge as one.
This tunnel is the retina of the Ancients eye.
Spewing forth from it's dark chasm
The entangled,deranged,Constant vile constructs of the onyx.
What lay beneath my eyes, exhumed from evermore.
Our minds unable to measure
How minute yet immense the grasp of this vacuous gash.
Excavating the pits innards
Bore an object that of which I craved possession.
Slime,Reflective.
I reach down to grab it, It eats my hand.
Leaves my limb dripping.
A taste of what awaits.
I will take it to my casket, this incessant mesh of madness.
My son and wife, and hand, and mind have left me
Incineration of my sanity leading me closer to death,
Yet I must illuminate its fathomless depth.
Emanating forces from this unearthly twisted retinal orifice,
Drag me down at night to reveal
The awful dwellings of it's depths below.
Crepuscular visions of vastness haunting me.
Trapping me. Taunting me. Draining me.
Slithering liquid breathing.
Black ooze leaking from my wounded limb.
Insatiable, it's gluttony to be fed.
I want to wake up.
I awake to find I'm staring
Oblivious into the pit that I have dug.
Revolted yet I cannot turn away.
Man's attempt to fathom the infinite depth, lurking within finite matter.
Man can't fathom.
Fuelling my crippling phobia of infinity.
Consuming all within it's potent grasp.
After tasting my hand it demands more and more flesh.
It sucks in stray birds from the withered grey sky.
In fever I erode my fears. Digging ever deeper still.
As past, present and future collide,
What remained of my mind is now crawling away.
With the one hand that I have left,
I wield the shovel that digs beyond earth.
Through the dirt. Through my eyes.
Through the worms. Through the world.
As it stares deep into me, I respond with equal enquiry.
Demented sycophantic liquid doppelgangers
Leak out to our surface,
In search of life to feed into the gape.
Taking over the world we know, as I join the world below.
Merging with the spiralling retina of the mind's eye.
Altered, I face all my hells
Inside this pit I can't crawl out.
Man's attempt to fathom the infinite depth, lurking within finite matter.
Past the timeless tunnel awaits
Life in mass-less hyper state.
Wake!
I awake on the shore.
The entity that greets me upon this plane
Appears as many changing forms.
Flushing constant waves of shape,
None of which I have ever seen.
"To unite, we breed with all species indiscriminately,
live or dead, from any universe.
Righteous, the torment that you will endure
Just to comprehend what we are.
Over come the self, Leave your fear behind.
Open up your mind.
Let us in."
I'm asked by the being if I'm dreaming or I'm dead?
When the portal opened,Changing everything,
Catastrophic multitudes of dimensional mending
Offset the natural order.
Spreading its disease over every world
In the wake of its infection.
Causing counter planetary lifeforms to contact each other,
By engaging mental methods of unifying dream response.
Thus the alliance for timeless existence formed.
A galactic coalition of intelligence.
Unanimously ravelling their consciousness to become one.
"Ever growing, we are many, join us in our hive.
Dream with us and we will teach you
How to visualize the surroundings of your new world.
Once you break through the fabrications of fear
You can become any construct that you desire.
If your dream be that of fire
Transform the fire to earth, wind or water.
Sculpt the elements around you with intricacy.
Comprehend the nature of their pliable dimensions.
You are the conductor.
The path is clear to cut away the fabric of time, linear,That which you fear
And join us beyond.
Always question if you are dreaming.
Envision every inch of your newly born surroundings
As pieces of your self.
For you have constructed every molecule
Of this unstable plane of the subconscious,
Comprising your lucid dream.
Remove the body through the mind.
Find your hands while you are dreaming,
Carry that self to the distant place where your old dying self lay.
Sink into this decomposing human slab
And ride upon its life light as it fades in flashes."
My essence now mates with the thousands of others,
No longer apart from the creature that brought me here.
The voice of this entity has been ingrained into me,
Guiding my path into hyper reality.
Breaking down patterns of pain that emerge
In the very last seconds before my new reckoning.
Thriving in a formless state of pure expression.
Fearlessly I join the lucid collective beyond.
A web of new life awaits exempt of the body.
Leave yourself behind and become one with the hive.
Join us beyond the gateways of the dreaming dead.
In an age of dark and boundless riddle
An artifact of reflective glass was discovered
And brought to a King of eld, encroaching irreversible decrepitude,
During a laborious search for any and all demented fruits,
Bearing any unknown wonder or remedy for timely death,
Above or below the broad aberrant land that which he ruled over.
Then uncertain of its hidden wisdom,
The artifact was unearthed,
And with haste, taken to the kingdom
Where it gained control.
The glass proved to be most abnormal,
Even more so then where it was first found.
For this living mirror was discovered nesting
Deep within the dank dark bowels of an ancient well,
Below an army's worth of old boiling blood.
Entrenched amidst a windy maddening maze of sand dunes,
In the great blistering dead black desert.
As the king received this treasure from the netherworld,
Immediately he could sense
The power that it held was not from earth.
Reflecting with imperfection as if it was imitating.
First only what stood before it,
Then whomever it desired.
Yes - it had desire.
It would cast the king with obsessive reprise,
For this was a mimic, not a mirror.
The glass was very much alive.
Becoming of many as each reflection came to life.
The dilated pupil of the mirror started dripping liquid.
Leeching out from its maternal well was the first duplication.
Tearing through its keeper,
Fiercely ripping out the retinal membrane.
Born ripe in slime,
Summoned from its slumber with inherent malice for man.
Cloaked in black embryonic fluid from an ominous cosmic womb.
Hypnotized in awe and wonder
As one by one, they crossed over.
Replicants from beyond.
Blood lust...
As the deathless ringers arose.
The artifact grew roots,
Planting itself into the castle's centre.
Burrowing its living venom deep into our planet's core.
Drilling the portal into oblivion.
Birthing spawns from evermore.
Mutations from parallel dimensions,
Then conspired against the King.
When his six reflections had crossed over
Their transfer linked the realms together.
Creating a chain of worlds
That although remain separate,
Share a new born centre.
The centre of this link is the endless pit into oblivion.
The infinite and non-linear chamber of Kairos.
The King was bound and cast into this pit
By his evil duplicates.
The infinite hells created by his deepest fears,
Torment him endlessly in a moment of frozen time.
Sacrifices to the pit were necessary
To restore the rightful order,
Ending the King's reign.
Seven crowns and the oblivion chain.
Six, seven and nine.
We are the six, with you we are seven.
The artifact and the portal make nine.
This revelation of sacred numerology
Is the key to unlock a life without time
When these numbers align then the gates will open.
Sixes, sevens and nines.
Seven crowns and the oblivion chain.
Seven crowns...
Into oblivion.
[Instrumental]
Phantom limbs arrive,
Binding to me through the artifact infecting flesh.
The glass spawns life,
Amazed as I mutate.
My mind transforms the skin that surrounds me
In grotesque embrace.
What was once locked has now been reopened.
I cant stop morphing.
I have made a new hand,
It can excrete larva from the lost kings constant nightmare.
Unleash.
Exploiting entities released from infinity.
Spew forth insects from my hands portal.
Scarab Beatles scurry out from my palm.
Cloning super-numerary body parts I’ve never needed
Contorting my new limbs into impossible configurations.
I cant stop morphing.
See with six eyes.
Speak with seven tongues.
Hear with nine ears.
My veins swell until they splatter.
Capillaries crawl from my eroded skin like centipedes.
Black-living-sludge.
Animated automatic anatomy attack.
This anomaly intimately integrated into me.
Arms dissecting one another, opening with wicked rigor.
I’ve become a mass of ponderous bulk expanding rapidly.
Self modification propelling my delusion.
Enlarging living tumorous tissue.
Cell mutation becomes addictive.
Insects swarm out of my hand.
Capillaries crawl out of my eroded skin like centipedes.
Black-living-sludge
Animated automatic anatomy attack.
This anomaly intimately integrated into me.
Pulsating fragrant lesions and cysts,
Ripe with the abundant stench of metamorphosis
My mutation infatuation,
(The catalyst.)
To cultivate spontaneous generation.
Animated automatic anatomy attack.
See with six eyes.
Speak with seven tongues.
Hear with nine ears.
Manifest nightmares from the hells of the kings infinity,
As he returns from solitude to infamy.
Manifest.
All await the new beginning.
Open up your mind.
Dead lives rive
From my human hide
When the cult had come for me
I could have got away, but didn't
I couldn't be the one to cause this any longer
Had it been a day or a year inside this skin?
I could not tell, the faces I had captured over centuries took hold
I became a kind of hunter
Eating pelts of pleading meat to acquire their appearance
Taking their form with will alone
Alive and crawling out of me
To catch it's prey
Shed you foreign poison peltry
Take the rind you want
Seen to be a wicked omen
Despite attempts to hide my live birth mark
Crown of a dark demon tar
I'd taken back with me from the other side
There is no god
For if there was
Then how'd this evil take me?
It seeped and crawled it's way along my face
As mother wept
Stealing identities from every skin it sees
Growing with urgency
When he tried to cut it off
Many a time (To no avail)
It would take my livid father's manic features
Laughing at him as he tried to hack them off his son
Knowing that he could not end my life
He took his own
Mother mourned the death of him
And knew that many more would follow
If I didn't leave right then
Heading out into the woods
I promised I would never come back
I thank the dead that she knows not what I have become
Taking over adolescent tendencies
To feed
To hunt
To kill
To change
Decades take me deep into the curses endless undertow
There is no time or end behind this epidermal prison
My thread of youth imprisoned
Tortured by immortal victims
I am the Involuntary Doppelgänger
I can not stop it, my skin is alive
All of the time I've spent inside it
I never thought it could be calling out to any other
Involuntary Doppelgänger
Had it grown bored of it's feed?
Or gained knowledge with time?
Whatever the change had been
I felt it emanating information
Had it tried to send a beacon
Warning them to stay away?
I heard the voices calling back
Involuntary Doppelgänger [x2]
One last face it had to acquire
Before it's caught
The menace cloak found her
Still alive and skinning bodies of her own
It appeared she had done the same as I
For all this time, to see her son again
And there I stood
The cloak of others made her impossible to recognize
She carved me like any other martyr of our curse
When the cult had breached our cabin
Taking me to be a random victim of the doppelgänger
Heading out into the woods
I promised I would never come back
I thank the dead that she knows not what I have become
Taking over adolescent tendencies
To feed
To hunt
To kill
To change
Decades take me deep into the curses endless undertow
My tongue speaks in a cadence that only A.U.M. can decipher
Void of bidding heading out a very inner wreathing
Of a demon with intent to animate and be gone
I was the first to discover what hid in those red windows.
The one I found there tried hard to survive.
A child riddled with teeth sprouting randomly
All over his body (except in his rotting mouth)
Was taken by us, to our lab.
Us meaning myself, as well as the assistants I had.
Instructing me of a mission through
A distant telepathic channel,
Running directly out from their compound and into my brain.
Referring to themselves as the A.U.M.
I was to bring the body back to my quarters
And await instruction.
Not an easy task, to transport it.
Strapping it down to a gurney I dragged it through the alley.
Unfortunate casualties noticed me.
An iron pipe. A broken bottle.
Or a jagged piece of brick or stone.
I should not continue to delineate this any longer.
At one point I had to fake my death
Until the witness made a close inquiry.
At that time I had to use the less effective
weapons that were born onto me.
With old teeth and leather hands,
I took an ear and then an eye.
I focused force around their skull
To keep the m mute during attempts
To yell for aid, until they fell.
A.U.M. made it painfully clear, I was to bring the body back
Or I would be forced to witness the drop of black again.
I cannot begin to describe
The horror of viewing this maddening drop.
For the memory bleeds to deep into my own
That the mere thought alone starts to unravel
My frayed reality.
Giving way to it's ominous ability to shape
And adapt my thought and vision.
It is beginning to happen now.
I finally have the body safe inside.
After the abduction, after the viewing of the drip,
A building had been left to me by relatives
Across the ocean that it overlooked.
Or so I was told.
Often I try to recall
What endeavours I pursued previous to this,
Yet to no avail.
That part of my memory blurs in my mind
Like a fresh painted canvas left out in a thunderstorm.
I watch through my window as it melts.
Fading all the memories I kept,
Only A.U.M. here.
They are conducting human murmuration.
From the liquid in his bones
They raise the dead to fly together.
I circle with them in the shroud.
The winged ones and I.
Falling off their wind, I waken
With unworldly castings burned into my eyes.
Intermittent logic in a daze of violent hyper gliding.
They are conducting human murmurations.
From the liquid in his bones
They raise the dead to fly together.
I woke from my dream on the floor of the factory,
In a nest made of black feathers that were alive.
Somehow every hollow quill had filled up
With the rotting child's living marrow.
Each one serving as a needle to inject in each new body.
In this nest A.U.M. made it clear,
I was to bring more corpses back to life
Or be forced to witness the drop of black again.
Every night while in fever I've taken
A new pallet of bone to vein to infect and release.
Half the brain renames itself "Remote Tumor Seeker"
After it viewed the timeless drip.
Manipulating hemispheric dominance.
Educated by injecting neo neural integrators
Proved to work in making half the brain comply.
After activating vision it began the seeker killing.
A.U.M. documents the project
By implanting nano cameras in it's iris.
Live feed of the kills projects
On a massive screen of flesh behind a liquid
Looming black endless grotesque.
This drip, that invites itself.
Cautiously out from the ceilings center.
Elder than mankind's frail lineage.
Eating it's way down through my spine.
Replace and conquer.
Releasing it's ungodly ether into me.
Always keeping to one half and often having
A fetal-like tantrum under one eye;
Adding claim to my delusion of a living tumor growing in me.
It can look into you as you look into me looking for it.
Over riding half my body and my brain.
Though it came from me, it calls to you to come and cut it out.
Rapidly taking over my right hemisphere.
Allocating left to be the prey and right to be the hunter
Unknowingly, both documents for the A.U.M. [2x]
I share my eyes with the seeker,
Investigating endless mile.
His trail built of barren heads.
His boundless quest ensures he'll kill
Until he is the last one left.
I watch him grin, shake the hand of the victim
Then frantically ransack each one of their skulls.
Half the brain renames itself "Remote Tumor Seeker"
After it viewed the timeless drip [2x]
Half the brain renames itself "Remote Tumor Seeker" [2x]
Half the brain renames itself "Remote Tumor Seeker"
After it viewed the timeless drip [2x]
Half the brain renames itself "Remote Tumor Seeker" [2x]
Remote tumor seeker [4x]
Inhale.
No profits go to those who battle
To protect their kind from us.
And are they not better off
Beyond their mortal kingdom of overflown carrion?
Sate the acrid hunger in you as you gaze into the drip.
Stare into it's blackened film and do not take your eyes away.
The contents of our inverse alter
Will mutate your skin and your mind.
Breeding ample mental lucre,
Far exceeding any other oddity on this curetted old land.
Breathe in with your pupils.
Then expel the cadence that it gives you.
Cast your voice like line and hook,
Reeling out your deepest fears.
Inhale relentless mutation.
Eons rendered in one view.
Binding your sight to the evermore.
One second in it's void will evoke a phobia of time.
Inhale.
All the grim within each thought
Will echo all throughout the liquid.
It's current emanates repulsive imagery.
Ludic sanguine orb, heaving sable.
Incarnation of every witnesses hallucination
Raveling and breeding into it's hyper kinetic makeup.
Relentless mutation in the retinal burrow of A.U.M.
Relentless mutation of your mind.
Now describe what you see.
Before the sand around the well turned black,
There ran a water, clear. Forgiving. Serene.
Like that of any vein or artery, it pressed along its path,
Up Earth, in wait of wither.
What should have killed the growth at birth did not.
In the rushing river soon
To mimic those who dare engage it.
A human host removes the brood
Without material merit for her three stillborn litter.
Swelling and pounding it's way out her orifice,
The surrogate vacantly stabs at her skin pod of spawn.
The rivers thin surface, like porous blue fabric,
Absorbed the occurrence.
The fetuses carried below.
In the mimic well of siren triplets,
A crude onyx hatches.
In this tale of a godless odyssey.
The foreign force reflects the three dead born
Within its waters.
The mimic well of siren triplets
Feeds the spent young
That regrow inside it.
Filling, fueling. Nursing itself
Down the throats of the clones
Like a formula, living and black.
A maternal overseer
Training them to take the image of anyone.
Three augmenting in their pit.
A triad of ominous gestating replicates.
Born together, yet apart.
The fluid embedding itself in each one of them.
Allocating powers to each uniquely.
Making one of skin, one of mind, and one of marrow.
Teething on the brick in the well,
Until growing human bodies,
Silken, ripe and captivating.
When a hunter (thought to be dead) returned alive,
The widow knew it came back not a man.
Slick black tar spits from
Their three young tempting apertures.
Leaping from their lustful flesh to gorge
On the victim's appearance.
Eclipsing the prey's bleeding reflection.
Black engaging red,
On the furtive stage at the river's edge.
Forever burned in the eye of A.U.M.
They capture this display of the water born's
Insatiable shifting hunger.
Then project this feeding process infinitely,
From that moment,
On to all those who show a willingness to view it,
During their gaze into the drip.
The siren's feast,
In its pure and ancient state,
Carries on in timeless Kairos.
The death and rebirth of the daughters of mutation,
Echo again and again in the mimic well.
The siren's feast,
Echo again and again in the mimic well.
Echo again and again in the mimic well.
Calamus
Taken to the pen to relive
Every identity we replicate
Without will they live again
Within our intimate collective
Animate
All the dead we bring into it
A burrow of human memory
The pen, the feather and the needle
Are alike in death and life
Looking back on what had happened
When the the feathers had arrived
I realize I was not alone
I can recall the men had got infected by it too
Having contact with the foreign components infected them
Before, the factory was known to make
The highest quality of bedding
Cutting, filling
Stitching fabric with the finest down
From all around the world
Yet this down flew through our dream barrier intact
Calamus will animate
It's contents are hostile
The A.U.M. will kill everybody not in this compound
The dead I bring to them awake,
And join in flight above my head
Calamus will animate
It's contents are hostile
The A.U.M. will kill everybody not in this compound
The dead I bring to them awake,
And join in flight above my head
When the ink coating the wings
Made contact with the workers skin
It crept into their blood
Turning them inhumanly violent
They grabbed and tore and bit and clawed
At one another and themselves
Gravity and death from loss of blood
Had no effect on any member of the crew
During their frantic battle to relief their bodies
From the ether lifting them into the air
Die then elevate
Fusing remnants of spent bodies
Weaving bones and organs
Into an inverted nest dug in the ceiling
The black sludge casting out from the center
As a starving bird of prey
I heard it's voice and felt it's need
To find the child made of teeth,
And begin the human murmuration
Calamus will animate
It's contents are hostile
The A.U.M. will kill everybody not in this compound
The dead I bring to them awake,
And join in flight above my head
Calamus will animate
It's contents are hostile
The A.U.M. will kill everybody not in this compound
The dead I bring to them awake,
And join in flight above my head
It's banshee wail demanding feed
I hear it's pain and become it's keeper
I rip the living from the night
Like pulling worms from soil
A.U.M
Watches these sky burials
Calamus will animate [2x]
The boy lay like a wet mound of dust on the rotting factory floor
I knew the black fluid hid itself in the deformed corpse of this child
Finally, after hours into cutting, lifting, pulling, sawing, crunching, clipping
I had found it
My crude autopsy revealed bounty
Nesting in replace of the marrow in the young ones bones
The second I saw it, it saw me
I knew it's face
Changing, relentlessly
It was the drip
I had it contained as instructed
Filling up many clusters of hypodermic needles with the matter
I administered it into a new subject each night
A new life
One with every full rotation of the clock
I've seen those hands meet, then disengage a thousand times
Calamus will animate
It's contents are hostile
The A.U.M. will kill everybody not in this compound
The dead I bring to them awake,
And join in flight above my head
Calamus will animate
It's contents are hostile
The A.U.M. will kill everybody not in this compound
The dead I bring to them awake,
And join in flight above my head
It's banshee wail demanding feed
I hear it's pain and become it's keeper
A.U.M allowed me to live off the organs once the people took flight
They do not keep me against my will, yet I refuse to run
Every day I climb the stairs outside this door
And view the horde of lifted dead
That they conduct behind the factory walls
I must hold on to the final tier of focus I still have
To scribe these happenings in hopes that someone
Will know what went on here
I can feel the pressure of their unified unscripted flight
Pounding air down on the floor board, just a plank's width above
I rip the living from the night
Like pulling worms from soil
The dark horizontal.
Ahead, a panting land approaches.
Flaring vibrant coastal glimmers
Mend the distant fraying seams
Of a violent waters restless bedding.
Panic indented in the floating web of wicked mental horrors.
Thought up by the crew's subconscious fears.
Come alive to haunt and drain us.
The sea is a man that's trying to kill me.
The wind is his repugnant voice
The air, his fouled breath.
A stench of salt of blood and rot.
The sky is his mouth, the stars his open sores.
The shoreline is his jaw, grinding for meat.
Time freezes death inside this altering dark horizontal.
Imaginable realities constructed out of fear.
Mountains unstable and hideous.
The guardians of a contorting dimensional paragon.
A.U.M. sent us to find and retrieve the artifact.
In the house of change,
Where the king came back
Through spontaneous regeneration.
Reliving Kairos in the king's hell.
Becoming the mimics from the triplets well.
Exhuming infinity to find a hand.
A child made out of teeth, feeding on blood and sand.
The sea is a man that's trying to kill me.
The air, his fouled breath.
A stench of salt, of blood and rot.
The sky, his mouth, the stars, open sores.
The shoreline is his jaw, grinding for meat.
The sea is a man that's trying to kill me
The sky is his mouth, the stars, open sores.
The shoreline is his jaw, grinding for...
Time freezes death inside this altering dark horizontal
Imaginable realities constructed out of fear.
A dark horizontal
Flooding the linear land with the sand of its own.
In the parallel dunes of its hourglass,
We are buried.
Mountains unstable and hideous.
The guardians of a contorting dimensional paragon.
Raised blades of land stab skyward through the oceans skin.
Storm winds true their edge to scalp the curve of earth.
Peeling off the rind, revealing a house made of living tissue.
Yelling out its mouth for me to regenerate, in it.
In dark horizontal.
Ahead, a panting land approaches
Flaring vibrant coastal glimmers
Mend the distant fraying seams.
Of a violent waters restless bedding.
In this house the disease of dream
Course in the veins and arteries of the walls.
Imagined infections thrive.
They blister and breed under the floor.
Their many roots are breaking through.
Saplings sprout and secure their place.
Growing into trunks of flesh and boil.
The pillars of man's deepest fears.
Enclosing me in a forest of unforgiving mental genesis.
I mold this house of clay bacterium.
Where I sculpt my own organ prison.
In this house beyond our time, this house at the end of the earth.
The artifacts resting place.
A dark horizontal fear, defying the linear
Lost in this storm and exhausted of options
I crawled to the bow of the boat and leaped off it.
The figure head came alive.
And it clawed and it grabbed at me.
Desperately wailing in agony.
Failing to capture my fall. Diving through the fog.
Through the grey and green.
My hands bound together as if in prayer.
I cut through the mesh of black liquid surrounding us.
Fighting against the live current of thousands of eyes and hands.
Miles I swam. Through skin and limb.
The sea is a man that's trying to kill me.
The air, his fouled breath. A stench of salt of blood and rot.
The sky, his mouth, the stars, his open sores.
The shoreline is his jaw grinding for meat.
The sea is a man that's trying to kill me.
The sky is his mouth, the stars, open sores.
The shoreline is his jaw, grinding for...
Time freezes death inside this altering dark horizontal
Imaginable realities constructed out of fear.