murrumur songs

@astrolives

Ease my weary mind
Sedated by your decline
Oh, drown my tired eyes
Thirsty for loss of light

Clay in my brain
Flower bed your bouquet
Mirror in the way
My own face or yours its all the same
When this wasteland falls
When this sky caves in
Hold onto my hands cold from the time we've spent
When my dreams collapse and my heart caves in
Staple pieces up from the shape I'm in
When my skin unwraps and my frame falls in
Suture my nerves up from the shape I'm in
Form the shape I'm in

(my) tired eyes + astrophysics [astrophysics + murrumur]

angel hospital (sewing up their skin)

@pincode8485
@bpiv

Murrumur:
I think I've hit another point
Where I'm not sure what i am
Threads don't start then never end, never end
My room is splattered with pastel blood
And photos of the dead
And dead ends from the hair that I've kept
Tethers mend
Patchwork friends with empty sigils in their names
Find a vein and draw their blood
Lost in language all the same
All the same

8485:
Hello please
Legacy recall
Crawl my backup files
Facial scan, halfway smile
Sudden face, sudden glance
Camera flashes back again
I watch the change reanimate itself
A frame a day and forget where it ends
I came back wrong,i wake up then
Missing now, shrouded thieving lore
From my unselves’ unfriends unsuspected nonetheless
Covering up my unclean hands

Body 40 below
Time frozen and cold
As it would be, as it should
As above, so it goes
Body left, representing innocence even in death
Tore my tongue and went ahead
From the last back to the next
The threshold gets your fingers wet

Murrumur:
Cancer’s sixes as Gemini's twins eat themselves like a snake
All my skin, all my limbs tear and screech like violin strings
Venus splits me into halves, into thirds, into fourths
Initiate second phase, second gate from the source
Coincidence, 108
Is there more to this fate
Hallucinate fragmentation
Replication of my frame
Let me out of this case
Vessel’s sick, no escape
But if i cut myself away I'm not worth shit
And I’ll still age

In the mirror someone’s face
What was i called anyway?
Different places, different names
Different masks, different tape
Navigate through my maze
Labyrinth, stew in hate
Centipede made of threads
Every leg carries death out to the places that I’d fear to tread
Not sure it’d ever end
Let it end
I’m shreds
Dead again and again
And again

patchwork of the twins + 8485 [murrumur & bp iv]

[software gore:3of3]
in the drawer
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words by 8485 + Murrumur + @blackwinterwells
performed by 8485 + Murrumur + blackwinterwells
produced by Murrumur + blackwinterwells
mixed + mastered by blackwinterwells

Photo by Phillip Ly

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lesb iab. . lesbiabbs. lebsians. sapphic girflendf

murrumur - origami

@bpiv @murrumur
art by murrumur

you laid in bed, i cut my hair
i held you like a cross and kept you as a prayer
i traced your palms, you're sleeping fast
that we'd abscond to somewhere as if gentle smiles last

i cut your hair behind the curtains
vivid segments of your circuits
digitizing my intentions
dead ends haunt the emulation
never makes a single difference
softest skin and hits of acid
vivisected renovation
caught your eyes behind the curtains
open them and let some light in
you're translucent, dissipating
open up and let some life in
open up and let some life in
open up and let some life in
open up and let some life in
open up and let some life in

i'm in your dreams
you're never in my dreams
in wonder why that is
i'm in your dreams
but my presence is decreasing you'll see
i'm made of bleach and false promises
your visions must be so sweet
when you expend your time to simulated me
i'm incomplete, nothing compared to simulated me
but i can burn, i'm forced to breathe
i guess i yearn, i guess i bleed, that's the difference
i'm alive yet i'm deceased
that's how we're not so different

murrumur - rest invert (bp iv)

k-emo patchwork
creative director @dollhaven
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