-Savages-

Me and my phantoms.

[easyfuckintiger]

Pnakotic Dreams

Hanging from these brambled bows, I contemplate my fall. Would I ever hit the ground, Or ever reach the wall? A shroud of mist, Will always persist, Within these hallowed halls. And what am I? Just passing by. Just waiting for the call.

What is my life to yours? What is his to mine? What is even relevant, When beheld to space and time? Ancient eons left behind, to all worlds apart from mine

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Path of a Gambler

Brutal blue, rosen gold.

Rising high, before I fold.

My hand is strong, my mask is weak.

And I’ve already, mourned next week.

Pave my streets, In the quiet and meek.

The other ghosts, pull at my feet.

And bade me join, the road beneath.

[easyfuckintiger]

Because the mountains spoke to me, it doesn't matter anymore. Because the mountains sung to me, I don't care who's at the door. Because the mountains whispered to me, I stopped reading secret lore. They told me, everything must be seen from a distance, Before you can really draw it close. You have to see and visualize the aspects that matter most. You have to plunge ahead and on, Despite your muttered doubts. You have to breathe until your lungs collapse, and when you fall you can't give out. You have to take your own path, and accept that it's your way. Wave to all the passers by and show kindness even in the gray. Let nature be your chaperone, And lead you to the day.

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Pnakotic Hyms

I walk alone among these broken coasts, and ruined ivory things. I let those clouds bark their barks, my idols claim their fame. I can see at last, a mocking sun, hanging low beneath the gloom. Content to lose this raging storm, and leave me with the moon. To my back I hear those siren calls, a challenge cried anew. I turn to face those smothered skies, and bade my blade adieu. And I'll do, what I've claimed. Desperate songs, say the same. The difference is, I once sang too. Sang to clear skies. Sang to the big blue.

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There are no intros; as there are no outros. Only ever interludes. Only ever interludes.

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Try to jump forward, but please mind the whiskey. Tried to light them up, but the pistol was tipsy. Watch the screen fade, and we know it was grizzly. Just walk on our own, leave the mercenaries burning. This is, This is, I don't know where this is. I lost track of time and I sold all my wishes. Just to pay the fare to get back to the landscape. Try to figure out where I left my last handshake. This is, This is, A pile of scrap is what this is. Nothing's ever new, all the parts are the same thing. Trying to live the lie that they have different endings. I skipped to the last page, it always says the same thing.

[easyfuckintiger]

Oh traitorous words,

What makes you taste sweet?

Why come unto me?

Why spin intricacies,

Within moss covered dreams?

Sick on the feelting gold breeze.

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Prince of the Wasteland.

Which direction should I turn in?

Should I be bitter?

Collect dust like a strong wind.

Vistors enter,

But I usually just spurn them.

Prepare for the winter.

The winter of these old men.

Trying to be greater,

Extending while the flames grow,

Fuctional coma.

On and on the days go.

[easyfuckintiger]

Moving forward is such sweet sorrow. For the lovers hands that we tend to borrow. For the dripping vats of infinite sorrow. For forgetting yesterday, only knowing tommorow. Insulted, cursed, yet praised all the same. Forgotten by those who gave them their name. So just keep on walking, Past pillars of salt, Lest you become one. In this city of doubt.

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Embers.

Inside the sun is naught but flame.

Within my mind it feels the same.

I try douse it all in vain.

Because the embers still call out my name.

And I would break if it would save,

Me from all these troubled days.

Even if I walked away,

The embers claim that I must stay.

No matter where I've been.

No matter where I go.

It still pulls me in.

And I just want to know,

How in even the oldest ash the embers glow.

Unquenched, unending, even in eternal snow.

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1994.

Stashing all these thoughts away.

Just to hit restart today.

Running out of things to say.

Difference between night and day,

Even that'll fade away.

And my senses drift and act just like the mist.

We link it up, but the words don't seem to click.

And maybe we should just call it a day.

But I cannot seem to walk away.

I cannot seem to walk away.

[easyfuckintiger]

In Error, Headed West.

There, isn't a place I want to go. Neither a name I long to know. Neither the eyes, watching me. Even the sighs, however lovely. Breaking, sight with what I need. Shuffling on so listlessly. Tired, red eyes, plaguing me. Stare at the sky, let it take me. The wings I've grown for flight, Take off without my might. And as I watch them leave, Dreams conceive.

[easyfuckintiger]

Olive II.

This ship will leave tonight.

No reprieves for the flight.

No further need for goodbyes.

Destinies put out of sight.

Cause now we see the truth.

No right angle, just obtuse.

No silver walls to line my room.

Not anymore, not without you.

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Control.

Young hearts wage wars,

‘Til they’re bitter and old.

Tracked to the source,

The fountain runs slow.

And we don’t know,

What lurks within.

It makes blood run cold,

With a devilish grin.

And could this be what we’ve known?

A heart of gold, set upon a throne.

Surrounded by these thorns and mist.

And that which lurks, we can hear it’s hiss.

And are we all just doomed to this?

Is there no way to defy this gift?

They call it a blessing, I call it a curse.

An unbound thing that could go berserk.

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Pilgrimage II.

You don’t know the old path.

You don’t know the hard way.

You’ve forgotten all the struggles you were faced with everyday.

You’ve grown fat and lazy,

On a pile of complacence.

And when that lingering truth sets in,

You’ll be too stuck to make it.

We eat the fire eagerly,

We block the sword and break it.

We need no armor buffering, We’ll just blindly take it.

And the pain may be a nagging thing,

An ache without relenting.

But a person grows strong, under life’s heel.

And will one day overtake it.

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The Battle of Two Hills.

Bitter hitter, Trying to quit her. A battle sister, To a battle mister. Revenge eclipser, The world and it's whiskers, Emotion on hold, While the day becomes crisper.