I (WHITE RAGE) 
And when the rats shuffle from the woodwork brandishing shears like torches and hearts like pitch, we'll know whose ears are deaf to cause. And when the wolves shrouded in unstable devil grins pursue the scent of guilty blood, we'll know whose ulna is ripe for dissipation. Their eyes bled a murderous pheromone and we could smell tomorrow burning on Doomsday hillsides. We welcome the absolute with trembling stretched palms and unfurl the carpet of decline. 
II (GOLDEN FEAR) 
Perfect still lifes could never capture the horror of imminent demise, of exsanguination. A stump for a tongue resonates yet: "Love, I'm drowning. Drowning like promises in the proximity of deflated stars. And the sight of dawn is as insufferable as a corpse's awakening. I'd paint you a sunset of red and yellow stripes, but it's the life-force draining through my fingertips that burns like forgotten dreams. It's the memory of love dying in fits that stings like python bites. I am the heavy ghost of emptiness, drinking mud as wine; sculpting life as gaps." We compose symphonies in funeral attire and imbibe words with ebony finishes. We flail snow angels in the summer grass, intestines wrapped like halos above our head. Tears will wash away the ache. 
III (BLACK STAIRWELL) 
We depart, sliding against the strength of planets, a weightless staircase dragging. "I am the forever black, the cold infinity of sleep. I am the nothingness of cold. The eternal descent, the assimilation with the holy. My heart, the Iscariot incarnated, becomes dirt. My soul, the slaughtered residue, inflates everlastingly. Breathe the dead landscapes, for we are the tumor within. Sing the regal hymns, for we are gravestone royalty." 
IV (CRYSTALLINE) 
The strident only detect immolation when they can see their hands shrivel in the forge like ten pariahs. Thus, (we are): 
...the rue to molest your dreams. 
...the flames to incinerate your homes. 
...the discontent to unseat your indomitable. 
...the perdition to thaw yours heavens. 
"We are the disease, smothering your neonate, bastard and loved alike. We are the hindrance, drowning your joy in oceans of anguish. We are the depravity, sodomizing the innocence of inexperience. We are the decadence, digesting youth into sinful beasts. We are the designers, to tatter your virgin world's hymen. We are the seers, warning: 
"We are the reckoning."

Phoenixpyre's Spectrum

Kingdom (I. White Rage, II. Golden Fear, III. Black Stairwell, IV. Crystalline)

I buried her body beneath the West River so that the wake would dredge my dismembered trophy upon its exhibition shores a withered statue of a catalyst. At her enthronement, they'll find her looking majestic, my death princess in a gown of plaster and plague redolence. Every incision from my switchblade cosmetics is its own lip-sticked dimple on her clay skin. She'll have suitors in not only the maggot subjects that populate her kingdom but in the shamed spectators to her coronation, superimposing their guilt upon my scapegoat estate. Her milky eyes recoiled sardonically, her mouth a contorted sculpture of amusement. And these stairway feet are searching for a girl long past expiration to be found and these anachronism lips are singing the watchman blues. Saturday night burns lower than Hades; her Majesty is the confident arson. Like a winter in July, this dreamscape is drawn by a beauty born from caskets. Her gala of rebirth as it rings on dead lips. I said, "I love you" to ears without pulse, basking like diamonds in perfection. (Traces of her voice slept as cadaver valentines on the dusk air.)

The Watchman Blues (Gray Abscesses)

She is my marionette, her face painted vibrantly like mislaid satire. Strung from the trees like party streamers, her capillaries are wavering trapezes in the spring wind. Half-hitched to the branches of my allegory. A swing-set deteriorating and rotting from neglect. A fashion model corpse I've always loved. The elmwood is streaked with ruby from my heart, an apt souvenir from the days I died (bleeding countless yesterdays onto kitchen tiles). I swear, for a second there I watched her eyes tear up and as her skull unravels like a jigsaw puzzle, I realize that "forever" lays dormant in decay. I have become the wooden puppet master, the director of this magnificence. We are fused together like fable: "I am the heavens and you are the filth beneath."

Puppet Master (Ultramarine Twilight)

I am a newborn in her succubus maternity ward, wide-eyed and trembling at the caress of opportunity. We are sleeping on calliope absinthe and painted-grin lovers. I have tasted those graveyard lips and I have breathed the impacted tears. Her eyes are cataracts, a red as deep as Easter ribbons. Her flesh is the starkness of weary desert walls. The follicles writhe and breathe like mirage oceans in the pariah forge. The meathook dances and savors the taste of cheekbone, and I'll draw canyons from crevices through the epidermal earth. Hemorrhaging is an ether of the purest origins, an unjudged pocket of night in the streaks of dawn. A choked sob and a shudder cry out, "A lineage has been founded on this morning of ascension." I've impaled our memories on that dull glare in your eyes.

Terror as an Aphrodisiac (Crimson Lullabies)

I came to revere her as I melted over a replay of our semi-formal. I can see her pupils painted like chapel tapestries in the creases of my palms. The video's flickers produce four/four palpebration in her moribund blue eyes. That satin dress clings where only these love-scarred wrists should. I'm wearing her glances as a pearl necklace, strung so tightly as to show why they say love is a only a facet. Bury this pulsation in the sepulture of our passion. Cradling meaningless conversation like deities. "Please let me play god to your lying Jesus. It's all I ask."

Whoreship (Emerald Invidia)

My cowardice congeals beneath me 
and I remember everything. 
I remember everything...

Hindsight in 20/20 Pieces (Haze of Retrospect)

The tracks below are from an album titled "Spectrum" that was recorded in 2007 at Getaway Group studios in Wakefield MA.

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