Motionless

a Dress of Black and Gold

[empty/VAST]

Many of us--indeed, perhaps humanity as a whole--exist as gallows birds.

Gallows Bird

Each day we fall deeper; each hour we are further consumed by the void.

Into the Void

The scaffold to which the rope is tied—strong in its grasp—is the Hopeless Night.

to Worship the Hopeless Night

the Gate into the Void is lined with depressive dreams and funeral pyres.

the Gate

and His Heart Died With Her

You must be hollow. Outside exists darkness, and outside you will kill or be killed. This is your existence; this is why you are. From darkness was born evil; you have been taught the many forms it takes. To fight, we, too, must etch away our humanity. Today, you become weapons.

Make Them Weapons

Lyrics:

I’m alone, weathering the storm
Burdened within by feelings I can’t comprehend
Cast from the shore—confusion, sinking stones
I pretend that all I am is content

Blessed days—withered is my home
Beneath the waves—I’m drowning
	Peace within my sinking bones

I dreamed again of a place I know I’ll never live
When I awoke, I cursed this goddamn broken soul
Cause in the end, I know I’m just a broken selfish man
The ocean says I deserve no less than 

Blessed days—withered is my home
Beneath the waves—emptiness an evensong
Count the days—I’ve fucked more than I even know
Ease the pain—it’s time for me to let go

Another day, or so the morning says
So, I pretend everything isn’t meaningless

Elan Morin/V O I D