Remnants of the Vessel
Instrumental
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
A spiteful moon obscures her face From the heavens she devastates All her wrath, befell their lands With the softest caress, Her pale arms stretch into your bed The roll of the tide, This lesson of disgrace She plunges into water Her shadow engulfs the sea Oh mother in heaven, whose lap and skin we trace Along the land where her children disarray
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
I am the vessel that feeds The starved ghosts I cannot see Drained of all my feeling They swallow the sea that is my being Take everything I am the bleeding vessel Flowing from a heart that seethes My being, it is the vessel
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Say to pray, I don’t know how Magic waves stole my boat away She was so promising Long halls throwing voices All around, I’m only saving myself now Found your bleach stained gown Under the wood When I hit the floor it hurt so bad Shattered mirrors drape the walls I am the sabreur now Crawling through the woods Pacing behind you Lost in the abyss Foraging prey Nipping for heels Waiting all day I loved you, all along But now You’ve gone and sunk Way down to the bottom
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Restless spirit, who called your name? I feel you around me You’re scattering restless eyes Bodiless Beloved Discarnate Your heart held a holy sentiment
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Do you feel me Creeping down your street Slow wheels turning, turning Maybe we’re dreaming Sages said we have no reason Remember the figures on that morning In the place of mourning Sick outside your home In such strange ways Invoked under the floors The procession sways In flowers, I’m wreathed Bleeding letter soaked in my teeth Had you found a reason to leave To leave me The pyre swells at my feet I dig my woes up in the blistering heat I would’ve trusted you if you’d let me I felt the eyes there in waiting I cleanse my skin In the slow white burn To forget the distrust How you showed love In such strange ways
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Instrumental
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
“You know not what you'll plan to do Son, this is for my own good" First the head and then the bod’ And half his blood spills down the jaw Just like your father, just like his before A gastrolith, a fate restored
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026