Unpersons : IV : Self-Portrait

Sludge Metal / USA
(2004 - Life Is Abuse)
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1. SELF-PORTRAIT

A rather surgical tactic
A rather misplaced effort
This just-deserted circus
Riveted just to assert

Defaced
Was
Promised

A river of concertance
Against a blade so worn down
As to belie (his face)
(Deserts)
The impertinence
With which it
Crowns (begins to bleed)
A surmounted promontory
Monument
Monument
Under no sun
Lies
Prone in the garden
Of the heart
Let the sun be lying
Apocryphal son lying
Prone in the heart of the garden
Prone
Crown
Prone
Crowned
(Tributaries of blood flow over
The face of the stone tribute)
And we fall

...With a thorn to the breast, & a spear in the side
The wound's edges
Outcroppings protruding in stone embrace
Rigid, given, and...

Left, broken, alone
Is a dreaming
Monarch
Let me draw your faces back
Dreary town
I've drawn his face red
And black
Dreary dawn
In the heart
Dreary dawn is a place to start
Out of his face
An eye turned back
Brazen-faced
And I burned, black
Mine is mine is mine
Is mind is mine is mine his mind his
Arc
Another lie is lost in
The silence
And the door opens on
No sun
No son
No sun
A son lying
Prone in the heart
Prone in the heart of the garden
This town
Is filled with sin
And I've drawn him in
And this picture lies
A place to end
Is filled with sin
And I've drawn him in
This picture lies a place to end
This is my lying skin
This is my lie skin
This my die skin
Lying in sin
The sense to lie the sense not to be skin
Crowned, resting forever 'mounted
If light doth stab through the solemn grey
(If darkness holds not its illimitable sway)
If the fearful sun will break the day
And the silence part for me this to say
Then I may depart or break away
Found it in the heart
(There is no barrier)
Prone in the heart
(There is no barrier)
The garden is but sand
(There is no barrier)
Sleeping sleeping sleeping
(There is no barrier)
A garden of the mind?
There is no barrier
Flies flies flies
If I wasn't one of my avatars (I would be in a room this Is a room
This room would be where I can descend this room I would Be in it)
Because it doesn't have any
Doors.
There is no threshold
There is no line in the sand
Cross it if you dare.

Left broken, alone
Broken
Gone
Is our apocryphal son
Prone in the empty heat
Of the dreary dawn

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