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Bone Poetry

from DEAD OAK by AUTHORS

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lyrics

The only sky I've known, hemmed in by leaf and bone. The ground beneath me moans - all alone.

Stitching my eyes shut, pulling out my tongue, stripping away my senses, slowly, one by one. Severing my limbs, sludge oozes from my lungs. They’re muttering invocations in their native tongue.

My eye is resting under the crucible of natures wrath; I witness transformations of the wretched. I’m seeing double because the shutter has been pulled away; no longer am I blinded by my vision.

So this is what it’s like to bleed from life when the elements have called your name again. I am a totem to my sins.

I can hear drums pounding and the cold echoes herald my unbecoming. I am nothing. I see eternity slipping away from me, now.
Its all so clear to me. Augury.

Break and hack me into infinity.

They're drinking from my lifeblood, my vitals spill out from my veins looking like a flood. They surface from the ground, they’re all around, and now I’m bound. Fighting the sound of the blood coming out and I'll be found dead in this bed; overhead the sky is bleeding red while my soul's been ripped in shreds. I've been misled and it's been said, the forest claims the dead so in this grave I lay my head.

Where is the exit from this incubus? With the drumming growing louder, the agony is limitless. I lay my head on carcasses, they crack my ribs and carve my skin.
Until, they will, desert, dispose, expel.

My world has gone black, sequestered silence numbs my ears. I cannot go back. One thousand guilts, one thousand fears.

Slip your hand, and my soul will wreck and rend.
Born of the dust, and to the dust I’ll return again.
I am cain, the son of adam made to be
Carve my chest, and the dead shall never leave.

My breath leaves my body and I go with it. For a moment I am suspended in stillness, sepia surroundings ebbing over my consciousness. Desire still sinks its teeth into me, this time for what I lost as opposed to what I had come to seek. I don’t recall anymore, why i first stepped foot into the harrow weald that would undo me. I begin to bathe in pale energy, and across my astral vision I see one thousand entities, breathing the same breath and living the same death as me. Everything dissolves, the blackness absolves me and I reappear, leary, before a steer, a mighty white elk with the sun and moon in each of his horns. I stare into his nebulous eyes with my new sight and I understand my plight for the first time. With a flick of his mighty neck, my mind returns to my soul, and the ache for my body hits me with the force of a thousand winds.

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from DEAD OAK, released January 1, 2015

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