1. |
Rose Garden
03:25
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2. |
Veiled
06:04
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shrouded in mist
your features are so pale
glimpsed only in mirrors
you wear it as a veil
when it fades
how will i know your face
will you leave me here
alone and in disgrace
the ghost in the reflection
keeps my mind in a state
of morbid curiosity
of that which awaits
grappling still to comprehend
focus unclear
i wonder whose reflection
hides in the mirror
as you manifest
i question my own mind
are you really there
the answer undefined
solidity in air
your features are so vague
it eats away at me
like some kind of plague
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3. |
Familiar
07:58
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i see her in every reflection now
there is no escaping i can't hide
everywhere i turn i see that face, those eyes
piercing something deep inside
thirteen roses in a garden of thorns
each part of her tended not one unadorned
a garden in which a lone figure mourns
out of her death new life is born
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4. |
Reflections
06:07
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i see death in your eyes
as my mind rots inside
everything fades away
fades to gray
leave me alone
in your eyes i see me
snapshot of frailty
and as the photo fades
so will your face
leave me alone
theyre everywhere
in the glasses and the mirrors
in the puddles by the roses
this wedding ring & in the windows
and in every one she poses
they're everywhere
i see you with my eyes (in your eyes)
as my heart breaks inside
i cannot stand aside
i cannot hide
leave me alone
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5. |
Into The Mouth
04:20
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they said i needed color in my life
so i'm painting it red
my palette is the floor on which she bled
the knife; my brush
and the walls; my canvas
but red congeals, turning to black
and there is no turning back
into the mouth of madness
into the mouth
solidity slides into crumbling ruin
reality starts to decay
the fabric of life is stippled with holes
and the thread of my sanity frays
under the surface the tide is changing
the waters once blue are now gray
a once sturdy pillar this shell of a man
by insanity's wind is swayed
into the mouth of madness
into the mouth
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6. |
Dream
04:00
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born again into this dream
i open up my mouth to scream
muffled, stifled underneath
this caul hides my face beneath
once torn away i face my fear
a room constructed out of mirrors
no escape for me this time
i reenact this pantomime
the mirrors come alive
i close my eyes and hear the screams
which permeate my waking dreams
all i see is all i fear
everywhere i turn another mirror
another glimpse at the other side
reflections of my deceased bride
haunting me with sights surreal
this hole inside will never heal
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7. |
To Sleep
06:54
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so red the crimson flow
pools on the floor below
so red like a rose
blooming on the floor below
so red the undertow
growing, stains the floor below
so red the bleeding slows
spilling on the floor below
knee deep in mud
neck deep in blood
over my head in shit
and now i'm drowning in it
what have i done here
i think i killed her
what have i done here
somebody help me
So cold lifeless eyes
stare as your body lies
so cold pale skies
darken as your body lies
so cold cast aside
your body stiffens as it lies
so cold the pain inside
fades as your body dies
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8. |
Rest In Pieces
05:40
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beneath the soil in a bed
of roses painted crimson red
she rests in pieces intertwined
among the roots forever mine
work begun with sharpened blade
completed with a rusting spade
in despair and aching toil
i feed her blood to thirsting soil
thankful blossoms thrive and feast
upon the meal deep beneath
the soil rich with tainted life
nourished by my deceased wife
the scent of rose consumes the breeze
and brings me crying to my knees
the glowing moon casts pale light
upon the garden in the night
she rests in pieces
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9. |
The Why
04:41
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10. |
Open My Eyes
03:56
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along a distant shore she walks
deep in contemplation
until at last she finally stops
a mirror void of her reflection
she puts her face up to the glass
with hollow eyes she stares
she peeks into the world of flesh
from a world of despair
her fingers cold as ice
she reaches out for me
my living on will not suffice
only my death will set her free
her bony fingers beckon me
and try to pull me under
i struggle to escape her grasp
as my life is torn asunder
her intentions clear as day
she finds me with those eyes
and with no words communicates
that i am next to die
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11. |
Break The Mirrors
06:37
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i've painted black my wedding band
and lacerated both my hands
in an attempt to break the glass
and free myself from her at last
bleeding knees in shards of glass
mirrors reflect my broken past
memories and recollection
all i see in my reflection
though the mirror's cracked and shattered
i find now that little matters
broken pieces multiply
the image to be nullified
break the mirrors smash the glass
this breath you take will be your last
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12. |
Emergence
08:19
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i broke the mirrors shattered glass
to erase my jaded past
hid reflections broke the windows
to subdue the innuendos
haunting me and taunting me
still the chase continues
the missing pane let in the rain
and from the puddle tiny sinews
writhe and twist up from the floor
becoming solid, heavens whore
she pulls herself into the world
this vaginal emergence,
a far cry from a baby girl
I'd hoped the breaking of the mirrors
would alleviate my fears
but she continues her ascent
this vaginal emergence,
the final step in my descent
manifested in my presence
exposed in pale luminescence
as naked as the day she died
still on her throat the red divide
and on her face in frozen need
a cold desire to see me bleed
her eyes indulge my growing fear
and leaning whispers in my ear
your time has come to meet my fate
now vision seems to dissipate
my head drawn back eyes open wide
i feel the blade on my throat slide
and hear my screams abruptly cease
her spirit now can rest in peace
and on the wall before she leaves
she writes a phrase in blood which reads
beneath the garden lush with thorns
beneath the soil and the roses
her body lies in pieces torn
as it slowly decomposes
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13. |
Under The Roses
04:05
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