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Flowers Of Fixed Ideas

from Nodus Tollens by Calvaire

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Glare through the dark, amongst the unseen night.
I am the cosmic light of a dying star, bright… but,
My blooming ignition still can’t shed the aphotic sky.
The abstract of man remains an empty distraction,
Until your wisdom is consumed by inner flames & tortured by destiny,
The universe is possible, yet nothing is.
Listen closely, for I am the terminal truth, I am your only truth.
Here, grab hold the infinite void, like you would towards her with all your ‘affection’.
Thus, it begins, your/my story of triumphant & failures.
Drowning in the aberration of pleasures & of truth,
Knowing your every struggle is my defense against the madness that is man.
Wanting to be or can still be, remains your biggest lapse.
We shall drink the gift of abdication from humanity, to be alone.
“Must I find myself alone?”
“Renounce, for I am already alone in this world which I no longer expect.”
Words shrouded with tears, the very tears that would drown my world.
The grotesque image you dare not see is a mere self-reflection.
A tragic birth of meaning & life, your/my detriment.
To circumvent from the ashes of suffering, in spite of all you know.
This is my final word for you. Decisions always comes with destructive regret.
Sadness is God’s gift to us, we are prisoners. Consciousness is nature’s horror.
Everything is convoluted, more than we can comprehend.
Fear depletes our thoughts & judgment, set ablaze our ‘glorious’ sky.
Let the saints be engulfed, be wise & stand next to them.
We should all be ashamed! Visiting your own grave guided by the wretched hopes that kept you alive.
“How’d you like to die, for it will tell you who we are.”
Oh, such a bliss, to be one with loneliness. To feel alone in this world & to feel the loneliness of the world.
Shut your eyes & in your dreams, you are who you want to be. A poet, a dog, or an anomaly.
Fate is blessed with the destruction we create.
Listen to me again, listen like never before. This is your conclusion.
“The truth is I always feel so angry, sad beyond words.
I’m in agony ever since I learned how to dream.
Pretending to live, ignoring the reasons why I’m always fine, with never being ok.
No one wants to hear about my hurt & misery.”
So what is the final step, what is my true calling? Edging closer towards the ledge.
Be free, I said.
“It is not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late.” - Cioran, The Trouble with Being Born.
Be free, was what he told me.

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from Nodus Tollens, released June 26, 2019

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“It is not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late.” - Cioran.

Calvaire is Iryan. Rudy. Roy. Azfar. Izuan.

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