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My name is a curse upon your lips
My blood is a vessel for your malice
My eyes, sunken like ships on fire
You wrap me in a shroud of death
A wax simulacrum of my broken body
You press yourself against me as I melt
Seeping into every hidden space
Would you have mourned the loss of me?
Poured me into a vessel and lit the wick?
What value lies in true possession of a soul?
How can I release this guilt?
Would you have mourned the loss of me?
Poured me into a vessel and lit the wick?
What value lies in true possession of a soul?
How can I release this guilt?
I use it as a weapon against myself
You
Have failed me
Of your own volition
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The Girl With No Hands
08:45
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They don’t
They don’t
They don’t ever ask permission
They don’t
They don’t
They don’t ever ask forgiveness
They don’t
They don’t
They don’t ever see you suffer
They don’t
They don’t
They don’t ever face the consequence
Scarred with fear
Plagued by guilt
Wash yourself
Of this filth
They don’t
They don’t
They don’t ever ask permission
They don’t
They don’t
They don’t ever ask forgiveness
Bury it so deep
That you don’t know it’s there
Never shall I sleep
Lest I become despair
Those three questions you were asked
You shall know them only when I come back
Sinless hands, stolen grace
Violations you were unable to face
I would take your place
Golden hairs, plucked with ease
When you wake, tell me what you have seen
Scrying mirror, lined with bones
Hold your tongue, now
Ferry me to the shore
I would take your place
One letter condemns you
The other will bring salvation
Cut off your hands
And give them to the devil
He will never take your soul
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3. |
The House Of Death
03:16
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Turn back, turn back
Thou bonny bride
Nor in this house
Of death abide
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The Chamber Of Blood
13:03
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He approaches with a wickedness so vile
Tangled ‘round his throat to hide a vicious smile
Beard of blue and bloodshot eyes on noble face
Carve the key of grey mare’s bone, enchanted grace
He has such secrets
He hides them away
Never breach the golden door
On the hooks they hang
He consumes the flesh of those he has defiled
Dripping down his chin, the blood of all his wives
Beard of blue and bloodshot eyes on noble face
Grotesque and feral in his pure, unbridled rage
He has such secrets
He hides them away
Never breach the golden door
On the hooks they hang
Nightmares by the sea
Chambers sealed to me
Bloody from the grave
Ghosts of the depraved
You can’t help yourself
Curiosity
Just unlock the door—grasp the knob, turn the key
Hold your lantern high with such bravery
Shed the light upon chamber most unsavory
All his victims line the walls
Bloody footprints down the halls
With his dagger he slit their throats
Second nature
Death by rote
He’ll never let me leave
He’ll never let me go
Now that I’ve used the key
Now that I know
Beneath the serpent’s gaze
The fruit so ripe to pluck
Temptation of the will
The juice so sweet to suck
He’ll never let me leave
He’ll never let me go
Now that I’ve used the key
Now that I know
He lights the lanterns low and tells me I am mad
He tells me of a life that I have never had
There comes a clamor from above
The faintest whisper in my ear
The ghosts surround me as I sleep
And manifest my greatest fear
Mine is the next name on his list
Mine is the next life he will claim
Some things are not for us to know
Some secrets rob us of our souls
Some chambers are locked without a key
Desire, I am a slave to thee
His broad frame
His cold gaze
His stained teeth
His warm prey
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5. |
What A Pretty Bird Am I
11:52
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She will devour her children
Blood red upon the white snow
She will devour her children
Power bestowed upon the old crone
Fire stoked by bones
Grey smoke turns to red
Cold earth turned by tills
Cold flesh turns to worms
She has devoured her children
No remorse for what she has done
She made a true devil’s bargain
Evil begotten in place of a son
She has devoured her children
She has devoured her children
Fire stoked by bones
Grey smoke turns to red
Cold earth turned by tills
Cold flesh turns to worms
A millstone hung around her neck
Her toes are lapped by water’s edge
A calling from the murky depths
By magic has the lake been dredged
The affectation of the heartless
Cold apathy in sharp relief
Blinded by what is perceived to be righteous
Radiance shielding deceit
Sorrow etched into my skin
The indignation of the righteous
Cold apathy in sharp relief
Blinded by what is perceived to be evil
Empathy poisoned by grief
Sorrow etched into my skin
O, what a pretty bird am I
My mother slew her little son
My father thought me lost and gone
My sister, my bones she kept
And laid me to rest beneath the juniper tree
O, what a pretty bird am I
O, what a pretty bird am I
My mother slew her little son
My father thought me lost and gone
My sister o’er my bones did weep
And laid me to rest beneath the juniper tree
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Everson Poe Chicago, Illinois
Everson Poe is Mae Shults: a trans, queer, multi-instrumentalist from Chicago. Often in collaboration with various
vocalists, she balances elements from many diverse genres while maintaining the goal of merging beauty with loudness. She has been releasing music as Everson Poe for over a decade.
Logo by Sludgework.
Avatar by Unknown Relic.
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