Coagulation

Markings

when it's all over
and all said and all done
what will my existence change?
what mark will i have left here,
if any at all?
i'm terrified to think
that i mean nothing at all.

Boxes and Crates

i push open the glass door.
it smells of rotting boxes here.
dilapidated creates everywhere
remind me of my life:
it's in ruins, now.
i wait at the counter
hoping that, when i get home, you'll be there for me.
i'll keep hoping, you know,
even though it's useless,
because it's all i have left.

Feminism

if fate were a woman
as fate has always been
our lives may have been
simpler, easier
but our hardships made us stronger
and we no longer fear opression

Hellstar

the stars burn with the fires of hell
and so ascending to heaven
which is closer to the stars
is approaching billions of hells

Paranoid

i sat in front
their eyes on me
when i moved
when i spoke
paranoia
i scream
sweet insanity

Redemption

my suffering does not matter
it is they who deserve redemption
and freedom of all that which we recognize as sin
let them be free
for that, let me carry their pain