Anopheli - Awoken | Текст песни

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The ache of want, in which a lifeless, seemingly immortal entity we shall call 'Sentinel', is drawn to the beauty and rarity of life, only to be confronted by a contradiction; that those who possess this illusive quality seem to covert its inverse - that the pursuit of the living is often death. Our representative of the living, we shall call 'recipient' is taken on a journey, much like that of the Ghost of christmas yet to come in the novel 'A Christmas Carol' by Charles Dickens, the Sentinel exposes the many baffling moments in history where life has been the bargaining tool, sometimes for lives thought more worthy, often for the cruelest ends. Our recipient plays the role of apologist, yet ultimately fails to convince even himself. We begin.

AWOKEN

Recipient;

Teeth clenched in the sour
glut of copper
extinguished where
light dare not tread

clutched is the fading
delusions of safety
that I might wake to
find the glare of livid day

again he awaits
the ravening veneer
of wrinkled white
the cowl of Pompeii soot

the rancour of black death
yersinia Pestis
bubonic entrance
of my nightly scourge

he bows with gristle creak
a grin beneath his beak
undulation of
bone and skin

seeping digits delve within
seeking the marrow of felicity

medieval curlicue
serifs black inflection
danse macabre
palaeography

a mockery of script
the rigour garb of
acheron, leaden
sleep anoints him

Sentinel;

shall we begin?

Recipient;

the malignancy
bows and gestures on
his sanctum shrouds

I have no choice
no argument
for the dark entices
alluring truths

seeping digits dwell within
seeking the marrow of felicity

Sentinel;

follow me