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Track 8 from my latest album Letters to Delphi from the Grave & Garden of Eden. Written, sung & produced by me. Probably one of the shortest songs I've ever made but it's very pure. The feeling of this album is very raw and minimal. Set the table yet I ate not a single bite, no appetite My body devouring itself in rumination Closer to the self-circling the drain Mentally upturned all the stones with the leaves Not to fall in love easily, but deeply in nature Love mistaken for empathy, the difference between love and pity Emotional depth, now love versus sex Wounded now a sense of purpose I saw the pain reflected Breast of breast through bone to bone Set the table yet I ate not a single bite, no appetite My body devouring itself in rumination Closer to the self-circling the drain Mentally upturned all the stones with the leaves Every moment fleeting, not to fall in love easily But deeply in nature, falling into place I am no exception, so take me Choosing love, be it death or another form of doom Breast of breast through bone to bone Not to fall in love easily, but deeplymore

Track 7 from my 10 track album, Heosphoros to Holy Death, pending release (currently only up on Bandcamp). Written, sung and produced by me. It's a standout track on the album for me as it's the most personally symbolic and meaningful. It also has the feel to me of a Gothic romance like Wuthering Heights plus a tone of vampirism. I thought I had done well of putting my heart up Ripping it out, cutting it off my sleeve I buried pieces of it deep Jarred some of it high Fed it to the lions and the tigers as sacrifice, sacrifice And burnt it in the fireplace every night To keep me warm To keep the thieves away Satiate the hungering To not hurt again but it’s constant, rejecting The phantom of my heart knocking endlessly A stake through me begging please, put me out of misery Cut finely, thinking logically Elusive so much so lost it The moon made it bloom And Neptune made it vapor Venus made it stranger Cast off to wash up whole again Regenerating I filled every chamber in concrete Shattered to a thousand pieces Hung to dry, hid it under the leaves Froze it in ice to stop the bleeding Oh, stop the bleeding I don’t regret a thing Alone but not lonely Nothing else seems right for me Nothing satiates the hungering To not hurt again but it’s constant, rejecting The phantom of my heart knocking endlessly A stake through me begging please, put me out of misery Cut finelymore