The Breathing Process
EP • 2023
Empty not alone She’s draped in morbid grace, mat hair and a strangled face I’m leaving the lights on as long as I can, closing the cupboards and drawers Footsteps on concrete are saying they’re here, hiding behind green doors Moved and misplaced on their own. Faucets keep gushing the voices are near Hiding behind green doors What I know, fused to my bones. Without name they roam, empty not alone Whispers keep asking I pay them no mind, urgent they’re pleading now still Feeling them watching and taking their time, hiding behind green doors I’m not sleeping on most nights. Leaving I cannot, for I’m needed here, I’m dying behind green doors Abyss forming, void of purest black. Gravity pulling, further has come back The ones we dispatched are not alive. Plotting their horror from cracks and corners Beseech and welcome, this morbid grace. Plotting their horror from cracks and corners What I know, fused to my bones. Without name they roam Empty not alone. What I know, fused to my bones. Without name they roam, empty not alone
Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 11, 2026
In our eyes, we resemble Him In familiar skin, beasts portraying kin Bonded by our nature, banished to the pit What will become of the sickened souls denied? Left to ourselves, with all this useful rage We the crimes against the flesh, spawned from a tainted image Secrets dwell within the blood, and what horrid truths they keep Lore defamed, soul unclaimed In our eyes, we resemble Him In familiar skin, beasts portraying kin What have we done? Paradise devoured, no need to go far, to find deserved perdition Lore defamed, soul unclaimed. Lore defamed, soul unclaimed “It was all the same thing. It was all the same dream. A dream inside a locked room. And like a lot of dreams, there’s a monster at the end of it.” Hell is almost Heaven. Hell is almost Heaven. Hell is almost Heaven. Hell is almost Heaven Dream of being, being the dream
Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 11, 2026
Gaunt, Mouth With ill mind and sorrow, you fled To where I've been hiding, where I’ve always been Among the ancient peaks, starving impatiently, seeking refuge, they'll come Ignore the creeping beast, towering silently, it's too late to run Victim of my carnal greed, taking insatiably, banished heir to none Stalking your sweet suffering, now encircling, bare witness unto me Ravenous, from decay and gluttony, it came Ravenous, the eater and keeper of pain Ravenous, from decay and gluttony, it came Ravenous, the eater and keeper of pain There’s worse things than dying, but to be kept, bled of essence because your fear is great The eater and keeper is here, scouring, hungrily, fervently, vacantly, secretly, eternally, here Beg, it will stop. Say, I am God. But to be kept, bled of essence is the true life's blood Beg, it will stop. Say, I am God. But to be kept, bled of essence is the true life's blood You, will scream, I, am, God. You will scream...Bring them to me, your lost and wandering To where I've been hiding, where I've always been Ravenous, from decay and gluttony, it came Ravenous, the eater and keeper of pain Ravenous, from decay and gluttony, it came Ravenous, the eater and keeper of pain
Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 11, 2026
Grave, Todeskrone, placed upon thee A fate decided, life of stark frailty It found me, a sign time's closing. How can I salvage while knowing? Close your eyes and say with me, our lives are It’s now, doom's cold decree Allegiance to the Death Crown, giveth of ourselves we bend the knee Grave, Todeskrone, placed upon me A fate decided, a life of such frailty And in that moment, never to be thе same. We can't recovеr, when our light fades away Death crown, Todeskrone, Death crown, It has chosen Never to be the same, no life to live again Close your eyes and say with me, our lives are it’s now, doom's cold decree Allegiance to the Death Crown, giveth of thineself, we bend the knee I... I am the one chosen, by... by fate's Todeskrone I... I am the one chosen, by... by fate's Todeskrone
Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 11, 2026
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