Shudderflowers
2009 Fractured Vision Media
Shudderflowers reflects upon themes of fervent self-destruction and the fragility of the female mind. Tortured soundscapes pierced with the bones of shattered dreams. A nightmare concert filled with the anguished cries of broken children, delivered with a sweeping stiletto... and a whisper.
- Shudderflowers
- I Am Consumed
- Fever-Drenched and Burning
- Fearless
- Waning Flower
- Searching, Lost
- Beneath White Stones
- A Cleansing of Bones
- Where Dead Girls Lie
- Alice (the bones)
- Drowning Past The Sky
- Threadbare
- Shudderflowers (reprise)
Shudderflowers
shudderflowers
shudderflowers
call me into the night air
shudderflowers
no one there
shudderflowers
collapse into smiles, again
I Am Consumed
this fear consumes me
memories of long forgotten corpses
their silver blood falls to the leaves
"would my lips give you any comfort? at such a time of peril?"
consume my flesh
consume my fear
consume the desire that still burns
and extinguish my life
this fear consumes me
memories of long forgotten nights
and the petals now fallen to the earth
and the precious, still moments that will never be.
Fever-Drenched and Burning
you've captured me
to find a release
is no longer anything
you torture me
conceal me
i am within my own company
stare vacantly
you mock me
surrender me to the void
cut me and push me
devour me
allow me to be
free from your desire
free from my own will
Fearless
to become fearless is to become as a corpse
when there is no fear present in the heart or mind
what is man left with but flavorless apathy?
it is fear that drives us forward
pursuing our various goals
fear of lifes hardships
fear of god
or the devils who surround us
maybe even a fear of ourselves?
does any one of us truly understand
what it is we are, in essence?
the meaning of our personal existence
amoungst so much strife?
if i were to die at this moment
how many masses wouyld it take to release my soul from its shadowed prison?
how much sadness, and imperfect contrition is needed to propel my broken form towards life?
and, in the end, is either enough?
Waning Flower
fevered sleep deprives the child of these waning flowers
seal these things within burning memories
conflagration of the soul
Searching, Lost
childish
fleeting
vaporous
memories
take this from my mind
tear it from my heart
and bury it within her tomb
dead for years
dead for years
A Cleansing of Bones
this wind tears at my sleep
renders trees into the outer breeze
consumes these hours with sharpened claws
Drowning Past The Sky
a crack in the ceiling
a crack in the floor
I'm drowning past the sky
shattered glass
shattered mind
Threadbare
counting the days
i haven't anything left
but for your tears and these shards
a life destroyed
a flame engulfed
these thoughts tear upon
my threadbare soul
and no one has anything left to say
the story is finished
your bright spark extinquished
and nothing matters anymore
there is nothing anymore
these promises reveal
my threadbare heart
