Pacific Myth

Awake, unfazed Morning light tells of the dawning day Just like any other day Brush off sleep's touch Clear midnight's haze There's nothing extraordinary here A flaccid world, unfit, unclear Desperate for something more Something more than getting by Empty faces on the sidewalk Listless and limping to a lie Of a bright and pleasant future Of a blue and cloudless sky A phantom whisper sounds deceiving It brings in the question "why?" We work until we are unable Then locked away until we die But then it happened Everything changed in but an instant A violent burst of brilliant colour Somehow close and somehow distant From a whisper To a scream To a hoarse, distorted laugh There is no hope of restitution There is no ever going back In dreamless sleep One ponders death Hold back the fleeting final breath Knuckle white, slipping grip Jaw clenched tight, and quivering lip This cannot happen This cannot be Escape a life of anonymity To be a drop into the sea A drop into the sea Whose ripple turns to tidal wave That sweeps the shores it once forgave But crashing down upon the shore The sea is silent evermore Awake, unfazed Morning light tells of the dawning day Just like any other day Brush off sleep's touch Clear midnight's haze There's nothing extraordinary here A flaccid world, unfit, unclear Desperate for something more Something more than getting by There's got to be something more than this It sounds so deceiving Begging the question "why?" Begging the question "why?" Why do we work until we are unable? Why do we work until we die? Why do we work until we are unable? Why, why, why do we work? Why do we work until we die? A drop into the sea Whose ripple turns to tidal wave That sweeps the shores it once forgave The sun, the moon, the Earth Conversed and agreed The people of the world must pay for its atrophy But crashing down upon the shore The sea is silent evermore, evermore But then it happened Everything changed in but an instant A violent burst of brilliant colour Somehow close and somehow distant Somehow close and somehow distant Somehow close and somehow distant Somehow close and somehow distant The sun, the moon, the Earth Conversed and agreed The people of the world must pay for its atrophy What unknown face now breaks the silence? What tipping force disturbs the balance? Swift and sober comes a voice Offering a bitter choice

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026

What unknown face now breaks the silence? What tipping force disturbs the balance? Swift and sober, comes a voice, offering a bitter choice Take up a crime and serve the sentence, offer up a final penance Dismantle colossus from deep inside, conspirators And those allied (Gifts of bronze) Iron, obsidian, from nave to chop Plunged and hidden Deep in the chests of those who cry, the songs of gods untrue The glowing eyes that burn like embers, fall painful on the skin Seething with hatred, and writhing in pain, they cast a ghastly grin Sulfur set to fire, a blue flame is born To rip through homes and cleanse the town A new world rendered, an old world mourned The old world left to drown It draws closer with every step Push off with both feet Fall into the chasm, which will consume all March not to the drum, but off the beat Push off with both feet Fall into the chasm, which will consume all Burst into the evening, cool air burns the lungs, whoa Fear not the turning of heads, the darting of glances, the lashing of tongues Turning heads, the darting glances, the lashing tongues Glowing eyes that burn like ember Fall painful on the skin Glowing eyes fall painful on the skin Those glowing eyes burn like ember fall painful on the skin Seething with hatred they cast a ghastly grin But among the faces shrouded in horror, one truth prevails All who’ve ever come this far exclusively have failed Reach for the hand whose grasp is firm Whose blistered palms can confirm A kinship in a spiteful place With tender touch a warm embrace Though nights turn long and cold And the warmth of the day escapes The long dark shadows growing old Form familiar shapes

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026

Twisting through contorted limb Sober now from distant whim Batten down the hatches The storm approaches, the thunder crashes It cannot wait It must be now A shot’s been fired across the bow What presence here has been proclaimed? What once was unspoken is finally named So this is sinking, or so it seems Diving fathoms in lucid dreams With lungs now aching, begging for air And only cold water answers With a cinder block anchor, hope turns to despair Ripped from the womb, left to the ocean’s care Cold (Cold water!) Cold (Cold water!) So sink, let go, slip into the depths Let the pieces of a wasted life slip past the fingertips Rejoice, exult, a fitting conclusion to a melancholy myth A grave at sea, an absentee, whose presence won’t be missed (So this is sinking, or so it seems Diving fathoms in lucid dreams With lungs now aching, begging for air And only cold water answers) Twisting through contorted limb Sober now from distant whim Batten down the hatches The storm approaches, the thunder crashes It cannot wait It must be now A shot’s been fired across the bow (Picking at the bones that came to rest on the ocean bed Whose subtle pose tells a tale of those that sink like lead Summon the ire left hanging in moments that swings by the neck to and fro Assured by the light that there’s one way to go) So this is sinking, or so it seems Diving fathoms in lucid dreams With lungs now aching, begging for air And only cold water answers With a cinder block anchor, hope turns to despair Ripped from the womb, left to the ocean’s care Cold (Cold water) Cold (Cold) (Picking at the bones that came to rest on the ocean bed Whose subtle pose tells a tale of those that sink like lead Summon the ire left hanging in moments that swings by the neck to and fro Assured by the light that there’s one way to go) Picking at the fucking bones that came to rest on the ocean bed Whose subtle pose tells a tale of those that sink like lead (Sink like lead) Death is callous, strange, and sudden A pious, indignant glutton Whose hands are soft, warm, and inviting Death is callous, strange, and sudden A pious, indignant glutton Whose hands are soft, warm, and inviting

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026

Death is callous, strange and sudden A pious, indignant, drooling glutton Whose hands are soft, warm, inviting Whose desperate advances seem useless fighting Whose ragged tooth should rip through flesh Which marinates in rancid breath How quick one turns to a violent death When cowardice remains where courage left And there's no guiding light to lead the way Just rot declining to decay And the would-be hangman hangs its head To find its victim not quite dead Rising now from beneath the gallows A driving force cuts through the shadows So strike from the heart cut to the quick With no remorse it’s politic With crippling blows to the body and head Drip by drip until it’s finally bled One moment defines a lifetime No one recalls the crawl or the climb Or the trembling legs that take the first two steps Or the moment the lungs decide to take breath The darkness comes to life Underneath its cloak beat the blood red eyes The darkness comes to life Underneath its cloak beat the blood red eyes The darkness comes to life Who's haunting glare leaves one paralyzed Who’s glowing eyes They burn like ember Fall painful on the skin This is the nightmare from which one never awakes Laughing at the feeble whose whole body shakes Who pounce upon the weakness and the past mistakes Whose hands grip the heart and cause the heartbreak So strike from the heart, cut to the core Leave only the sinew washed up on the shore Sever the head of the beast with the crown Never back down (Back down) Never back down As the light breaks through the darkest night It finds the victor dressed in white Rising now from beneath the gallows A driving force cuts through the shadows

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026

Sleep, sleep still and silent Dream in stained glass scenes of violence Claim the song sung by the sirens Breathe shallow and quietly Stand before the corpse, the corpse, the corpse of the crow Take up the blade, the blade that struck the final blow Tear off the wings to refuse its ascension There will be no reproach There will be no reproach There will be no redemption For the wicked and corrupt at the end of its life Only justice from the absolute with a flick of a knife For the wicked and corrupt at the end of its life Only justice from the absolute with a flick of a knife Back to where it all began Tracing footprints to the shore They lead into the ocean Where the horror waits no more In its place waits utter devotion The current casting backward tells a tale of lifetime past The empty faces that once seemed listless have all now been recast But when lost in distant thoughts, a sleeping evil starts to stir Distracted by warm memories with vigilance relaxed It seemed unlikely to occur Tear off the wings to refuse its ascension There will be no reproach There will be no reproach There will be no redemption Tracing footprints to the shore They lead into the ocean Where the horror waits no more In its place waits utter devotion A breach in the bow would allow the craft to sink again Reaching down to tear the wings from the crow conquered in complete Experience a transformation both of body and of mind Rearrange the constellations and define the undefined The returned speaks in tongues once bewildering But in its hands sit the wings and the dagger that say everything Without a word it says everything Tore off the wings to, to refuse its ascension There will be no second coming No forces for succumbing to Just a peaceful place to finally rest a head The crow is dead Tore off the wings to, to refuse its ascension There will be no second coming No forces for succumbing to Just a peaceful place to finally rest a head The crow is dead (At the end of its life) Go back to sleep The sun is finally setting And you can rest you weary head for now

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026

Allow me a moment to explain While you were sleeping the ocean wasn't drained But transformed, transformed It yawned and groaned as it rose from its bed It stretched; diluted and extended its head And took corporeal form At least in part at first But when it encountered the Earth It took a deep draw in, extended its arms, and leapt into the sky It took wing over mountain and rode on the wind It traveled the cities but as the sun dimmed It grew fat and it cursed at the Earth It grew fat and it cursed at the Earth In a thunderous rage And a display of bright lights It spat and began to give birth The bloom is off the rose, at least for me, for me The bloom is off the rose, at least for me Dogs like me can bark, but the caravan moves on Dogs like me can bark, but the caravan just keeps on going on When you finally awoke, a new ocean had formed Through the clamorous night, through the magnificent storm It fell from the sky to reform and preform Its endless endeavor in its worn uniform The Sun, the Moon, the Earth, the shore Tired metaphors played out before your eyes Sedation, satisfaction (But) to be satisfied and entertained Without any source of intellectual gain Seems to be what's in fashion Interpret the meaning To mean whatever you want it to be I've heard these same words fall from my own lips It falls flat and I question its value It falls flat and I question its worth In a thunderous rage And a display of bright lights It spat and began to give birth The bloom is off the rose, at least for me, for me The bloom is off the rose, at least for me Dogs like me can bark, but the caravan moves on Dogs like me can bark, but the caravan just keeps on going on Better to light a candle than curse at the darkness Better to light a candle Better to light a candle than curse at the darkness Better to light a candle This is the confluence of narrative and naivety Swallowing a stream of lies and empty poetry You don't have to be the one to tell me You don't have to be the one to let me down You don't have to be the one to tell me You don't have to be the one to let me down You don't have to be the one to tell me You don't have to be the one to let me down You don't have to be the one to tell me You don't have to be the one to let me down A catchy way of saying nothing But a narrative seems to allude to something more With a purpose and a real direction But they're just words punched in a template The same mistakes we made before I, for one, am fucking tired Of conceptions that bring nothing new from the womb But if every story is the same Then the rose has truly lost its bloom Can you sing it back to me? I can't relate to this I can't relate Maybe it's your preference But I can't relate I can't relate to this I can't relate Maybe it's your preference But I can't relate "Where is the problem? We're entertained." "Where is the problem? We're entertained." My problem's the consistency with every concept made Don't just tell me a story What does it convey? "Where is the problem? We're entertained." "Where is the problem? We're entertained." I want to feel something more than just betrayed You are the problem I am the problem Are you satisfied, satisfied? No, don't be satisfied, satisfied

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026