No Rising Sun

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released August 23, 2019

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Track Name: Eventide
1. E V E N T I D E

All along we amble along
Hope slowly fleeting
Knelt down at the foot of the shrine
With our hands full of seeds clasped tightly
This garden will never grow
It will only flood
Soaking in a stagnant body of water
Breeding mosquitoes to feed off our poisoned blood
Shallow roots
Rotted branches
Petals wilted black
We lay beneath a weeping moon
With the sound of a concealed war ringing in our ears
No sights to treat our sore eyes
Stretched thin between frailty and grievance
This is who we are and what we've become
Dreamless
Disheartened
This is who we are and what we've become
Left waiting for the sun to rise
Track Name: Pirouette of Hysterics
2. P I R O U E T T E O F H Y S T E R I C S

I'm licking my wounds
Picking at my scabs
Digging deep
Deeper and deeper into my skin
Anxious antics
Bewildered and damned
Scars line my body from scratching this constant itch
Devouring the truth
Swallowing my will
A pirouette of hysterics
I keep biting the inside of my lip in a nervous fit
Making myself bleed
The bitter taste of iron brings a wave of relief
Like gargling salt water to treat my pulled teeth
My face aging with each passing day
Eyes bruised black from my fights with sleep. Gnawing at my fingernails as my thoughts begin to seethe.
Anxious antics
Bewildered and damned
Anxious antics
Pirouette of hysterics
Track Name: Calcified to Stone
3. C A L C I F I E D T O S T O N E

“Dive down deep
Beneath all the pain
Beneath all the fear
Drift away with me
Dive Down Deep
Until I cannot breathe”
Track Name: House of the Centenary
4. H O U S E O F T H E C E N T E N A R Y

Text pressed and formed
Bound by rubble and lead
17 bold scribbles and scratches
Hidden under a cloud of graphite dust
A constant smear under a heavy hand
Yields magma from every movement inscribed
Igneous rock set in place
Was swept away easily by four winds
At that moment
The illusion of good times
Would shine clearer than those 3 poignant lines.
When the prose was first composed
It was written out in lead-
Malleable.
Erasable.
Years passed-
Pages turned.
All it took was a sleight of hand
For a permanence to solidify.
Further into the notebook
Even the author himself couldn't see the transition stand-
It happened so subtly
Yet it happened so quick
Structures easily erased
Became forged by steel and ink
Gravel that manifested a message
That wasn't his choice to preserve-
Track Name: Undertow
5. U N D E R T O W

“Come
Dive down deep
Deep with me
Swim beneath
Beneath all pain
Sink below
Below all fear
Drift away
Away with me
Until I cannot breathe”

Submerged in a gulf of despair
Flooding the depths of my conscience
Relations swept away with the tide
As I sink the glimmering light fades
Drowning in my frailties
As my eyes began to shut
I felt your hand in mine
Carrying me through the dark
Track Name: Enshrined
6. E N S H R I N E D

Entombed in silver and gold
Lowered beneath soil and churning ember
Resting under a blanket of stone
Erosion of muscle and bone
Hair, teeth, and nails recede
Rejection of spirit and creed
Distilled in wine and holy water
The baptism of an estranged daughter
Enshrined in blotted ink and prose
Sonnets and sorrows eternally perched as crows
Converging the sound of our roaring confession
Spread across a sinking foundation
Immortalized by one simple quotation
“All that we love shall fade
The blood is stained upon the page
If we die, we die as one
Absorbed into the final setting sun"
Track Name: Headstones
7. H E A D S T O N E S

As time passes
Colors start to blur
Empty apologies
Forgotten goodbyes
Folded up and saved in a box
Fading to a time stained keepsake of formative years
Stowed on a shelf next to books that were never read
A canvas once washed in blood and bile
Burnt and scathed
Kept hidden in plain sight
Like scars and calluses
A reminder of a time we use to dream
When the sunrise of tomorrow felt like an unwavering promise
Now everything is old and grey
Like the headstones on the cemetery lawn
Inscribed with a quotable phrase to remember us by when we're long gone
Track Name: Dust and Moonlight
8. D U S T A N D M O O N L I G H T

This room smells of stale smoke
Walls stained a muted yellow
Decorated by holes from nails once hammered and a table filled with senseless clutter
There's tiny particles embedded in the floor
No matter how you try to pick them up they still lie beneath the surface
As if they were always there and forever will be long after we're gone
Like the inevitable end to everything we pursue
Gnats ping round and round with no pattern or destination
In this focused space that they aimlessly fly
There's a question I ask myself
Are they that different from me?
Amidst the constant chatter
There's a high pitched ring
That grows louder and louder
There's no articulating it but it seems so prolific
Like the novelty pieces scattered on the mantle
That have no reason but seem to be the only place they belong
Dull, lifeless, beauty
Endlessly starving for a place to truly rest
Track Name: Abstraction
9. A B S T R A C T I O N

Backwashed words and liquor chased phrases
Followed by fits of nicotine meandering through the night
Agitating the sores on the inside of my mouth
My throat’s itching to say something profound
The television's projections light up this room
Just the elusive glow
No explanation as to why it's on but it's comforting to pretend someone is there
Objectifying the illusions portrayed on the screen
A paralyzing abstraction of nothingness
My head swells and my eyes shrivel up as I lie awake yet fast asleep
Every minute is an hour and every hour a separate infinity
The numbers change but the feeling stays

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