The Dim (LP)
DISTILLED MIRRORS
Currents of loss
You fled, in the fires
Bandaged Scream’s
Buried in grey
Stripped in your womb.
-Lyrics by BUER
ORNAMENTS OF SCORIA
Charred wraith’s
In stagnant oil’s
Scoria stitched
In ritual salt’s
Ornaments press.
Where every god drowns
Crippled in the lumber
Soaked on failure
Pages rip obscure
Processions in dementia
In oceans of witchcraft.
-Lyrics by BUER
BONES OF BELETH
Voices beneath,
Fill my lungs with sky.
Beset under children’s hands
Psalms, our striations.
Storms lay on crucified fields
Paintings lick the flames
Those unwanted are here
.-Lyrics byBUER
FOG'S EMPTY THEIR CHARRED SAP
Murder kissed those old ribs.
Grey attics part
Entrails form the death of fire.
Pierced hands of ruin
Septic branches reach
Fog's empty their charred sap.
Rotting sigils-blanket glass eyes.
Homeless Choirs
Eyelids drag memories
Unclean hags deformed in shroud
Triangles molested
Crosses lay collapsed
Filth dragged on voices
beneath
Hush... hush... hush...
-Lyrics by BUER
STORMS WITHOUT RAIN
storms without rain.
the stones have rotted.
betrayed screams
in the wounds
i've seen the voiceless
their feasting wall’s
i’ve tasted death’s ink.
it’s graves without.
Storms without rain.
-Lyrics byBUER
THROUGH SHROUDS THEIR HEARTS LEAK SONGS
Draped silence,
The paper in us rips
.Deformed sound;
Interactions stalked.
Throats empty thin children
Our journals in nothing.
Blood on the blankets of rest.
Betrayed screams,
The movement within.
(Confinement without witness)
Hinges deceased;
The patterns are night.
Quiet their stares empty.
.....angelic teeth.....
-Lyrics by BUER
USED HALLUCINATIONS BARITONE
Celestial Noose
Used hallucinations baritone
Fountains inked in the movements of frames
Addiction in the burden of your sheetS
Hopeless Horizons
Severed Fathers
Corpses are my sleep
Violation in the colors of kerosene
Warmth in decay
Doors wet with voices
My children rot over me
The nothing in my company
Spoken behind
Jaws in fabric.
-Lyrics by BUER
BURIED IN SEASONS OF VEINS
Skin tags under children's pillows
Fallow tongues in the showers of demons
Alone in the fires that consume
Buried in Seasons of Veins X2
Uncontrolled the delta points
the 8 forms inwards, Ritual eyes-deaf souls
Beds slither in my rot,
Buried in Seasons of Veins X2
Disease the wings under crucifixion
Grotesque tears his wounds imparted on the young
Teeth reflected in the stains of victims
Joy in the etched swollen, The insides of mirrors
Violence stains murder, Unseen impressions.
-Lyrics by BUER
THE DIM
Corners beneath the tongue, cold static on wounds of bone.
Cracks design their filth, ghostly rot voids lay on a fathers hands.
these mirrors are flesh abortions, soaked in night,
unseen, the will in me leaves.
rags removed from my sleep, calm the butcher’s in ashes.
blue window in extentions, carnal lights translucent.
voids aroused in dreams.
gorged violation, pornographic whimpers.
seizures in failure (crippled screams)
fractal rot
cracks design their filth
stars in fractures
blood on the requiems back, deaf splinters enter us unwilling.
our voices strangled in sound, nights divorced in stories returned.
-Lyrics by BUER