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Ravine
04:09
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We're all caught in loops of paths unknown;
forever focused on that which has been done.
No way for a single soul to release its pain (its pain)
if all that's seen is a sum of the parts.
Now we try to dig our way out of
the dirt, nails cracking,
breathing hunks of soot
just to stay above the current.
Contact your inner-self and halt your pace.
One cannot wake up if they don't stop dreaming.
Begging to have the strength to
ascend the lithic captor.
Futile is such a quest
without proper tools.
Blind, unconscious, feeling constant relapse,
heartbeat felt inside my eyes.
No regret or bondage to these
feelings and lies.
Contact.
Contact.
Calling to the end of time
the answer lies outside the line.
The eyes of the traveler
must only see what lies in front.
Contact your inner-self and halt your pace.
One cannot wake up if they don't stop dreaming.
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The Grip
06:03
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Dark matter defines that unbound by timelines;
a shadow looming, shambling eventide.
Weak minds may fall to its hemlock sea.
Through unconscious lies it feeds.
Ancient as the forces of wind, rain, and tide its
ever-flowing; an avaricious curse.
Baneful and all-observing it waits.
Through toxic thoughts and dreams it preys and claims its prizes.
It smiles through wanton teeth.
Align with its message
and eyes will turn to glass.
"I'm immortal, I'm forever the mind.
I'm immortal, thoughts surpassing time.
I'm immortal, I'm forever the mind.
Come with me, child, and return to the tide."
Armed with the knowledge of this machinery
feelings of doubt or discord must be thrown to the weeds.
Reality's keys are in the user's hands.
Refuse its entry lest it plants malicious seeds.
Fractured is the human mind:
what is felt does not change with the truth.
Coexistence is the only option,
yet we are given a choice.
Stand tall.
Stand tall.
Love and peace are just as true.
Be one with life, it is not you so
Stand tall, stand tall.
Breathe for all you love and are.
Cast it back observe from afar.
"I'm immortal, I'm forever the mind.
I'm immortal, thoughts surpassing time.
I'm immortal, I'm forever the mind.
Come with me, child, and return to the tide."
I can't cry.
I can't cry anymore.
Say goodbye.
Say goodbye.
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Pallbearer
05:09
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Deny the curves of life and you'll blame all.
Intrinsic lines are set to break apart.
Inputs can only control so much.
One must not deny predestination.
Gone and under the earth,
be it a person or a bond,
I'm coughing into cushions
yet denying an affliction.
Shaking to feel fatigue, all are starved.
Don't wake them, they are dreaming.
Trying to walk in a straight line while blinded and jaded, misdirected,
looking back at the path I have walked and I see how far I've gone.
I have not failed myself,
yet I feel as though I yearn for a signal of fault by my hands.
Life is a system -- paths may cross, yet
one must not try to change what has and always will be the resultant
structure of consciousness. But, this does not mean that we won't
see rebuttal.
I've seen gods,
I've seen queens,
hang their heads
from disease.
Offer light,
offer glow,
offer light,
offer them
one last rose.
One last.
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Greylotus Baltimore, Maryland
Greylotus is a project founded and written by Ben Towles.
This project's intentions are to tell
the story of one overcoming battles with mental health struggles, but more importantly to offer advice and coping mechanisms that others may use in their own lives.
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