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Disinterred Candor
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Consider this a series of confessions exhumed from my bones, recently dug up from the underworld betwixt my lungs. [Betwixt my lungs]. To the ghouls and spirits, the sinners and hungering beasts, recess is in session. I've longed to speak my piece about the sentient abyss writhing within me. [Thirsting to purge the truth], the raw lust bubbling from my cauldron like a conscious virus avaricious to taste the unprepared vacancy in your veins.
Yes, I'm coming for you. [And I will not hold back]. Inhibitions are for the weak and it's my time to seize. Neither day nor night, I want to take what's rightfully mine. Your mind. Your ears. The little bumps on your skin - the beautiful horripilation. [The beautiful horripilation]. So don't bother hiding. Leave a fissure in your cranium for me to slither in through and I'll leave you wishing I'd taken another entrance.
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Virulent Prurience
01:51
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There's gluttony and then there's whatever lascivious disease you've given me. Nothing contagious in the physical sense, but my subconsciousness suffers from a plight of bittersweetness. An ambivalence of not knowing when to surrender and when to conquer.
Even with all my might I am powerless in unburying the moonlight you've burrowed in my lycanthropic marrow. [The moonlight in my marrow]. I seem to dance and sway, swell and stray from the path only to the song of your flesh, and the many voices that sermonize from it.
To say that I am a slave to how you make me feel would be a grave understatement. But do not mistake this admission as a profession of my capitulation. I continue to wage the war of my many worlds in hopes of one day crossing the Styx between us and satisfying the lust that teems within me like a sea of lecherous piranha. And on that day I shall no less than [pick you from my teeth], savoring every morsel, and inviting you deeper into my stronghold. There, you can ravish me better with your subliminal contagion, reminding me of the irony I had fleetingly forgotten: that I am the victim, and you the administer of predation, a tyrantess of desire, the one true master of my innermost fires. [A tyrantess of desire].
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Snug
01:29
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I want to wear you, snug. Like a whole new wardrobe. Is that being too blunt? I don't give a fuck. I'm coming undone at the seams, and I couldn't care less how it seems. I'm yours and for the time being, you're all mine. So let it be known, I'd throw you over my shoulders and don you like a cape. [I'm not superman, I'm your favorite antihero]. Too thoughtful to be a villain, too sinister to be the knight in shining armor. But let's get back to the basics. The nitty-gritty. I want to wear you like a warrior's [freshly slain trophy]. Enrobed in your beauty, dripping every shade of red imaginable. From carmine to crimson to burgundy, you'll be my vermilion disguise, my glorious attire for when the heavens crash to earth and hell forgets its place. My paradise is beneath you. In you. So discard your silly morality and embrace the delectable insanity of letting me climb into your arms, your heart, the supple warmth of your metaphorical innards, and wrap yourself around me like catwalk carrion, I'll carry you into oblivion like it's the Red Carpet, the Oscars, and I'll never once give a flying fuck what they think of us.
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Exquisite Defilement
01:51
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I swear I'm not all darkness and violence. Abyss this and abyss that. I'd be lying if I said my favorite color wasn't white. Especially when you wear it like some kind of divine entity. It's a bit crazy, if I'm honest, but this is about as genuine as it gets. The light is tempting. The brightness and its elements of purity are, well, Temptress herself. A halcyon enticement for my hedonistic intentions. Lying there, beneath the skin, under the surface, always scheming even when I try ignoring them. Heaven can wait, so long as I have you to taste.
Thus, reintroduce the initial concept. Alabaster goddess. Silken fullness, sculpted by the Olympians. A notion that you aren't mortal, but some kind of Empyrean angel, no matter how sinfully you wish to secretly be mangled by the demons plotting within me, brainstorming your dethronement. Yes, yes. My angel. [My deceptive goddess]. An ocean of perceptively impeccable superficiality. I'll buy it. I'll give in. There is no triviality to this mutual ruination. We'll dance the dance and enjoy the throes of dichotomic elation. Afterall, I'd be a damn fool to believe you were the only one being ruled.
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Quench the Curse
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You are...[destined to rot]...as my one lasting destroyer. And I am...[destined...to rot]...with your name simmering on my lips...as I wander the deserts looking for a way to better...satisfy your deservedness of worship.
Regardless of my fate I refuse to capitulate until I have satiated your Heavenly Gates if not for the sake of my own survival and whatever saneness I manage to sustain...
Then for you...[I'll do it...for you].
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An ophidian affliction squirms through my restless tongue. Never succumbing to listlessness, I am drawn to...no, serenaded by...your clavicular delicacies. The same itch occupies my meticulous fingertips, and I resist sleep so long as I can satisfy the taste buds burgeoning [where taste buds ought not exist], quelled most by the swells of your chest, and the brewing storm of seas beneath.
Should I inadvertently sink teeth - [sink teeth] - you must forgive this beast breeding hunger in my skull. Nothing seems to lull it, unless you give in and forever supply your cadent pulse for which I may ruthlessly devour. [Ruthlessly devour]. For you are an efflorescence of undiscovered flavors, and even in the proverbial afterlife I know the desserts composing your throat will elude me.
Only now they call my name as if they always knew me. And soon so shall they know me in every feasible way.
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Dyadic Voracity
01:34
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(I am not...a creature of restraint. But for you...I will wait. Because of you...my passion never abates.)
[Allow me to paint you a picture].
I've fallen the moment your eyes bored through me, like a mission to the Core. I was felled by the darkness immediately, the shadows woven in your gaze, and the colors I perceive no matter how you interpret the spectrum. My desire was set in stone, despite the fluid nature that my heart throbbed, at the sight of those irises. Should you be proven lupine I'd not be surprised; throw me to the wolves and I'll howl in reference and awe as you effortlessly ravage my flesh from bone. [Drink my marrow], I'll devote every cell in my cadaver to satisfying whatever thirst inhabits your wilderness.
(Don't tell me. Show me. Eat me alive. I ache to return the favor. From the inside out.)
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Betwixt Lungs Vienna, Virginia
Experimental hybridization of spoken word and metal, favoring the prior.
A storytelling and poetic outlet from the vocalist of Moon Devoured, Excreta, and Entongue.
Betwixt Lungs recommends:
My first extensive endeavor into spoken word with original music.
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