Aosoth
III
1. III-1
Within your womb, another me would be reborn
Being one with you again and you will carry me within
Suffer from my weight inside
My bones will come from your bones
Your blood will create mine
Your heartbeat synchronised with mine
Sharing skin, a souvenir with its own essence
Far beyond beliefs and the pain that brought us here
A walk through the field of aborted others cradles
Closing my eyes and smelling their presence
Turning stronger and getting to live past that
2. III-2
Numerous howling bites
Communion through skin and teeth
My rotten bites marking your flesh
Through skin and teeth
The comfort of your screams, so serene while witnessing pain
Let me vibrate via your suffering
Losing senses
Being myself for once
Oh, your dreams, you abort them like foetuses
All which is abandoned is not forgotten
All ends up in me and grows within
From a simple violence arose a round of variations
The decline of you through that fall
Reaching one's abyss, rising elsewhere
3. III-3
Holding your face
You, linked with us by blood
Making you stare at the horizon
Blocking your sight for you will not be allowed to see my face rot
Nor my eyes turning lifeless nor having any longer the aura of comfort you once sought
Will not talk, dry tongue and dead throat
4. III-4
Only my hands could provide the rest and suffering
Only those hands will be our link
You'll learn to enjoy those caresses and restrictions
Be them on your throat, the violence on your body
You will have to end up loving our only valid link
Those pains so useful, enhancing to a higher state
Embrace them, hold them
Without form yet so strong
Oh no, you won't be holding them as comfort at first
Though they will make you complete
5. III-5
Finally being one or finally being something
Vision of life will slowly differ, as hours pass
You had years, empty years and now those hands are affecting time and space
Weightless body, gasping for air
Visions and colors will change
Steal them, get attached now
You never did care before and now you know this is your last opportunity
See
That violence, so feared is now making you change
Changes but not gaining any more value
The pressure on your throat, its variation
Violence and variations
6. III-6
Oh no, no one will ever remember you
Nor me, since all this will be unseen, untold, forgotten and neglected
Of no value anymore, if you ever had any
Well, those few final hours
I will not deny you somehow managed to get me
All for you
See it in my eyes, oh I cherished your body under my hands
Paying attention to your dying breath, diving into this final glance
I am so not you, you are all I ever wanted to be
Am not smashing a mirror with you
Those thousand pieces do not reflect me
Would have fucked you until you loved me, until having to hear you say that there is nowhere else for you to go now
That you just belong here now
Until the final variation
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