The angels hum an ancient melody,
To them an ode, to us an elegy,
Carelessly bathing in the demise of their kind,
Blood and water are the same to the blind.
With each day passing, make sure to preserve the thing this world is bleeding out rapidly. Love.
Not only today, because capitalism told you, but every day you wander on this planet.
Love cannot be bought, love is created and shared. And so I created this artwork for Lorna Shore and shared
it with the band in the form of postcards and small messages during today's signing session.
The clouds are burning, humanity reached its dusk,
Leaving broken promises, ripping any soul left out of the husk,
Now the moon is watching, laughing at our wish for a new dawn,
Destined to fall, the only hope left to escape this hell is gone.
Another era bygone, so much to rethink,
Rejected by both life and death, a warning edged in stone:
Trust is a ship unable to swim, destined to sink,
And so I keep bleeding... bleeding on my own.
Sweet child, the pilgrimage has come to its end,
A test of willpower and finesse, where much time was spend,
Your body wrapped in silk, your heartbeat tied to a song,
Echoing through Pharloom, so the lives of thousands prolong.
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A tribute to the videogame Hollow Knight Silksong.
Silent... oh, so silent... a siren call humming from the deep,
Release me of my woe - a fatigue not cured by sleep,
The gloom spreads its wings, breeding inner distress,
Everything is darker under the veil of consciousness.
"The inner creature, shackled by the mind's chains,
Can you hear them rattle? Can you hear them burst?
Sanity slowly melting, dripping, slipping away...
Down to the darkest place I've ever been."
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A gift to the band Landmvrks.
Finally escaping the shackling claws of this prison
Run away as far as possible, reach for the skies!
Yet all there can be found is Distortion...
Past wounds emerging again, bending the mind.
Can you ever... truly live free? On your own?
What is the next step on this journey of healing?
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A gift to the band Future Palace.
Why do I keep going? What is that inner spark?
Trying to grasp myself, but only reaching the dark...
Piece by piece, I burn away... leaving something behind.
Will someone take these fragments? Restore my broken mind?
Why... why am I losing control?
Bygone missteps forever scarred my soul...
I don't want to feel it... the past's cold touch...
Make it stop... it's too much, it's all too much!
Endlessly repressed pain... suddenly set free...
We all are slaves to our memory.
Hating myself... the inner abyss unveiled...
Couldn't do anything...
Will never condone...
Rip flesh from bone...
Stop the suffering...
The only cure is the end... I failed.
"Even if we painstakingly piece together something lost, it doesn't mean things will ever go back to how
they were."
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A tribute to the manga Berserk.
Hanging by a thread, barely holding on,
infest my thoughts... consume... until they're gone,
feed... control... let me be your meal...
what I perceive... is it truly real?
The chasm... the maw... devouring the flame...
Nothing... everything... it's all the same...
A cold grip... drag... burn... slit...
I'm fading... I want to scream... I'm losing it...
The void is calling... I can't fight...
I dwell in the deep and long for light.
The pieces are united, the search comes to an end,
opening a door, the sounds of a new chapter will transcend,
strings screaming through the darkness, creating dissonance,
blood freezing, heart beating - the feelings of Imminence.
From Germany to Sweden with love
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A tribute to the band Imminence.
Heading forward without making progress,
every step empty, every move meaningless,
but the pull of time is indifferent... freeing...
for I am a waste of effort - a waste of being.
Sprouted from odd ground, facing existence together,
taking all the pain, one can't last forever,
fleeting... getting cold... don't leave me alone....
the whispers... the darkness... I can't do this on my own.
The waking mind slowly torn apart, leaving a lifeless shell,
parasitic shackles from within - such a benumbing hell,
raging doubts... paralysing... making every moment miserable and rough,
I want it to stop... I am never enough.
"What is this? A small sprite - oh, so delicate and pure...
Do you really want to approach this marred soul? Are you sure?
My mere presence is tainting, keep your distance!"
"We are holding together while falling apart... this is coexistence."
Abandoned to the roar of nature - withdrawn and overgrown,
drops of inner anguish pouring down, hitting cold stone,
waking a forgotten feeling with nowhere left to hide...
there is no shelter when it's raining inside.
Oh... can't you feel it? It's nigh...
Everything... everyone... swept away in slow motion...
I see... an endless, hollow ocean...
Who... am I?
"Come, now. Touch the withered arm, and travel to the realm of shadow. I will not be far behind. May we
meet again."
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A tribute to the videogame Elden Ring.
Descending... downwards... deeper and deeper... doesn't stop,
memories passing, hitting the ground like a raindrop,
burning out, losing sanity, emotions forming a single tear,
consciousness fading away into the void - I don't belong here.
Hidden and unseen - a weeping soul scarred by the past,
the anguish of lingering memories, wounds forever to last,
an elegy of emptiness, sung by the bleeding sky,
for all that remains is one question... why?
Standing alone in the shadows, attracting beings of all kind,
can't be claimed, a touch burns through flesh and mind,
starving for connection, such a fruitless endeavor,
slowly melting away until the light is gone forever.
A call from beyond, the gathering of dancing fireflies,
illuminating the dark, once captured souls will now rise,
the creeping void forced back, making space for ether,
the flower of life blooms once more, curing a somber fever.
A vessel lost in a storm, floating through the unknown,
weathered by time, fractured and soaked to the bone,
reaching still waters, a radiant pharos giving direction,
a safe haven, providing a fleeting moment of reflection.
A womb carrying a shade - melting, cracking and falling apart,
imprisoned and shackled, the first beats of a dying heart,
the cries of consciousness, so intense yet meager,
will the sprout blossom or meet the reaper?
A gate beyond comprehension tearing through reality,
voiceless screams dragged through the spheres, suffering endlessly,
eventually numbing all senses, leaving hollow shells behind,
the great paradox of life - finding peace in a broken mind.
A crow sitting in silence, forsaken like a shadow,
clinging to the nightly orb, ashen feathers falling like snow,
a harmful bond it can't break free from, equally comfort and demise
until its last embers return to nothingness, paying a lethal price.
A distant yet familiar voice ringing somberly,
the tears of denial forming a deep cold sea,
ignoring every armor, a downwards spiraling dreamscape,
entering one's mirror, a place with no escape.
In a land deprived of life, a being found its place,
motionless, unseen and fallen from grace,
slumbering patiently till someone follows the trace.
Nine famous champions, once beloved and brave,
solitary, silent wispers now echoing through a cave,
lost in time, their spectral blades mark their grave.
Branching ever upwards, their hunger too great,
reaching for the heavens, longing for an escape,
these monuments of time have sealed their fate.
A trinket of ambition, once filled with passion and life,
now slowly freezing, forgotten and lost in a strife,
the essence it contained seeping into the earth,
for it may be the sign of its death or a seed for rebirth.