
Date of issue: 14.07.2016
Record label: Secret Voice
Song language: English
Corporeal |
Loved ones tell stories about me to me, |
But I already know what it’s like to die, |
And to pluck at my ghost’s sad eternal. |
I wrote an apology on the mirror, |
And one forget-me-not to yours truly. |
Another ideal sculpted frame |
To Love |
To Want |
To Fear |
To Blame |
We all hate to look, |
We all love to picture. |
Alone we seek shadows to hide in, |
As statues mark these days. |
I know nothing of delicacy blossoming beneath flesh |
Tickle my fancy with visions of «Perfection» |
On infinite wings I fly from affection. |
Syllables, images, deny self-worth |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Venus and Bacchus | 2016 |
The Burden of Reflecting | 2016 |
The Sweetness and the Light | 2016 |
One Dying Wish | 2016 |
Notres Langues Nous Trompes | 2016 |
An Open Letter | 2016 |
Ariadne's Thread | 2016 |
Some Natures Catch No Plagues | 2016 |
From the Firmament | 2016 |
Postlapsaria | 2016 |
Roquentin | 2016 |
The Poet You Never Were | 2016 |
Endymion | 2016 |
Closed Hands | 2016 |
Notres Langues Nous Trompent | 2016 |