Infinite Granite
Nothing changes the condition: dormant sooted desertion When a violet peeling shows teeth glowing, horizons fleeing, lilacs swaying A sublime wander through summer fire The char the ash the cough the roar I question the reason for the freedom in unfeeling I question the reason in this furnace of revealing Salvage the illusion of once mint gardens Before a violet peeling showed teeth glowing, horizons fleeing, lilacs swaying When it takes you, you’ll be remembered young and kind for all time I question the reason for the freedom in unfeeling I question the reason in this furnace of revealing All my reasons gone Flooded with raining Levees are breaking Houses are bursting Sisters are sleeping Yearning for touch but it’s all too much
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025
This track is instrumental.
Frigid bedroom capture in a Spring without desire Harvesting brightness despite drawn to the heat, not the light I lay steady Stare at the ceiling waking fears of nothing You lament for wasps You glow cobalt in the home of the friendless Another night spent fussing, feasting like the lords, laughing at the fronting, singing to the chords of Hell imagined In this perfect hour Gasping in a sleepless kneel Holding onto gleaming teal I lay steady Stare at the ceiling waking fears of nothing You lament for wasps You glow cobalt in the home of the friendless Another night spent fussing, feasting like the lords, laughing at the fronting, singing to the chords of Hell imagined Lament for wasps Cobalt blue Once again this color sees an end
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025
A cold floor fit for you in all your midnight itching No one coming quickly to save you from the After Hurried with the hounds now He’s my own Eclipsing my love, his rottweiler sermon He’s my own Driving the talons, my own villain rising 30 months I’m still asking if 30 months feels strong 30 months I’m seeking a 30 months’ fortune Inform my mother’s people 30 months is war dealing with the blood of 30 years well worn He’s my own Eclipsing my love, his rottweiler sermon He’s my own Driving the talons, my own villain rising You’re not alarmed by this heady division? My own villain rising
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025
In dreams speaking in other language Held you closely Fed on lightning How could you see beacons shining in the shallow? How could you know relief while sinking to mirages out of view? Crawl and wander Tears to water Growing this garden alone How could you see beacons shining in the shallow? How could you know relief while sinking to mirages out of view? Blues and golds— jewels for Heaven knows I know I hear the sound Imagine loving you at funerals for the few Navel gazing birds escaping before the quake comes crashing Waiting in the light to die Bound wet legs splayed for the heat wave Waiting in the light to die
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
Stranded naked on the sandbar, echoed from the stars Neon sea snake cemetery roaming under dusk Doberman visions You’re undressing— mute and bleary Hillside castles baking down to sand Shamed red Chopin plays awful sounds from the dresser Nurses hands carving in slate hummingbird gestures Sleeping in nectar Teething on freedom The hospital bed filled with your apathy In a haze of heat, a father hums his tragic song Before the cold sees its ceremony in your icy eyes, the daybreak glance given Travel now Where they can’t let you down Where you can’t fail them now
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025