In A Small House With The Void And The Nightsky

by Anne Beyond The Darkness

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in a small house with the void and the night sky you are happy and everything fits so well living in dreams you are happy shivering on the stairs or crying in bed with nothing to hold onto in a bleeding night in a small house the sun sets on the floors below you are drifting and everything is failing into lacking peace I am drifting stumbling down the stairs to shiver in bed with nothing to hold onto on a bright new day centuries you are helping with starry skies against the blood and emptiness in a small house with the void and the night sky centuries you are helping with starry skies against the blood and emptiness in a small house with the void and the night sky in a small house with the void and the night sky I am happy and everything fits so well living in dreams I am happy shivering on the stairs or crying in bed with nothing to hold onto in a bleeding night in a small house in a dark room under the night sky we are happy in a small house with the void sitting on the stairs we are happy falling down the stairs and dying in bed with nothing to hold onto on a bright new day centuries you are helping with starry skies against the blood and emptiness in a small house with the void and the night sky centuries you are helping with starry skies against the blood and emptiness in a small house with the void and the night sky
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a dead silence sinking mind crawling sad skirts splendid pictures remember new old places tired patterns some lost sense of rain washed in mist vast and demanding trouble begins here distortions in harmony of sin wakeful demonic a sound like joy scribble words and numbers in a dead book take a brush and paint some nice pictures and create something like a sound like joy in a gallery on the seashore ghosts made of sand live there they play their music and sing and you can hear it from your home in a gallery on the seashore no one has been there for ages it used to be a clinic for dolls with no grace hate and disgust bridges sleep in exile harvest memories for a person drinking aurora to a sound like joy self and selfless sleep in waves of silver pretty memories of a person moments of deep clocks to a sound like joy a well groomed world waits with blades and hammers and concerned parents it does not end it just goes deeper and deeper and grinds everything into disease and nothingness a death's touch that looms over everything and screams and cries forever no rest creatures from all angles busy and cruel with no boundaries and foul stench and minds
3.
grainy evening air collects everything for an easy meal song stars scale plumes of shade searching for names listening to second circles whine held by fragile strings over cracked ground dancing pits filled with ants and hats and alarm micro transit models lay on scrubbed floors social nectar head filled with vile liquids pouring temples into summer photos answers come in fear of snake bites paying for roses that will stitch balloons to mornings frail experience wait by the gate just laying there traveling to scarce places with low internal dialogue neverending stories of adorable tasteless smoke picking the last leafs of spring to make a bed all special products delivered on airplanes time comes and goes and carries a sleepy crown extended nerves trailing mirrors over flesh killing minutes like flies made of silk riding in chariots filled with cherries down empty streets naked branches from buildings twisting in the air relaxing surrounded by familiar metal animals borders and domains are crossed and erased with speed breaths making sounds like broken candles on the sidewalk caged festivities in the hopeless distance thousands of helpless paper dolls falling from the sky they land and turn puddles into steam in the sulky hour in the boring hour in the approved hour in a warm coat during the paper summer with lungs full of helpless paper air
4.
in a small house surrounded by blankets with the void in the living room and the night sky all around me a nest of chains and knives for some safety I put my hand on a boiling kettle the mittens on the moon in the woods behind the house I have built a small graveyard there lives many small bright crows in the woods behind the house in the space outside the house it all stops and breaks apart I fall through the ground and sky in the space outside the house let your eyes rest on worn night skies and give them your life and your love getting lost in strange and unknown buildings there's floors and walls and ceilings and there is nothing all around me in the woods behind the house I have built a small graveyard there lives many small bright crows in the woods behind the house in the space outside the house it all stops and breaks apart I fall through the ground and sky in the space outside the house
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moving into a small house with the void and the night sky alone and wrapped in blankets by the edge of a forest rust playing in their eyes and birds drowning in the blood that flows from their royal mouths drink it all and suffer for them smiling at old damage that rots and masks with a temporary face frail and unbecoming fluttering and afraid of letters seared in morning helplessness constrained and imagined form a small house on the sea shore broken town in the sea staring wide eyed at a sad and jumbled plot loving and sincere purring like kittens disappearing in notebooks forgotten in towering eyes wistful reading giving up walking tired by the side of a road in the night familiar music flows through the air from a break in the horizon a small house comes into the world it sounds like whispering smiles the landscape breaks into a mist the ground gone the sky gone moving into a small house with the void and the night sky alone and wrapped in blankets by the edge of a forest smiling at old damage that rots and masks with a temporary face frail and unbecoming fluttering and afraid of letters seared in morning helplessness constrained and imagined form moving into a small house with the void and the night sky alone and wrapped in blankets by the edge of a forest clinging to the rail on an iron bridge blushing with hands bleeding and shivering chest caved in glass all over the ground always slipping on hair getting stuck and pulling until it hurts there's just so much dust between the pages moving quickly through depressing buildings afraid of fluttering out of existence unaware of answers given
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every star pierced and bound to the night sky bleeding the gift of knowledge of others forgotten and free of the light and weeping stars fall and worlds end and oceans are filled with the blood and the tears of drowning voices who have waited and waited to speak memories eaten by the void with nothing to learn they wait to speak and shine with the stars and to bleed and to fall with the night unbidden tears fill the sky and the stars weep and everything is swept away and the light shines still and the light shines nevermore oceans beyond count the sky dies and the world dies and the scarred earth dances while everything falls and falls and falls and falls and falls days and nights bound like gifts pierced with light and darkness there is blood in the air there are stars in the sky there is blood in the night sky listen to the night fall it's the sound of the stars weeping into the void it's the voice of the world drowning in blood and screaming a trans girl whose heart will tear apart the night sky and devour the stars and the oceans and bleed on the world forever it's the voice of the scarred and the dolls and the nonexistent in a small house with the void and the night sky and the dying this is how the night falls and all the dolls shatter into stars and the sky and the night is dead this is how the night falls

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released August 7, 2020

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a girl band whose heart will tear apart the night sky and devour the stars and the oceans and bleed on the world forever

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