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Anhedonia

by Theatre Nocturne

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1.
Hasten, Her breath flows and falters Falling to rise The shores of the sky, Her soul thrusting back As she whispers sweetly In scents perfumed Of dusk and woodland Despairing without release… From the lace bodice to the tailored velvet gown, This Venus libertina, a Mina in Furs. To what deceived mine eyes in the gentlest of plunders Ten thousand wonders cast about mine senses Nearest to comfort in the visage of thine. I see… Death, damnation, and woe... For herein paradise we lay Bouquets of Asphodel enchained At our feet, So many cries beneath us Screams of pain and demise But still we arise Bornless and without age To conquer all Yes, Cruel devil tempt my weary flesh So that I may be delivered to evil And eternity without rest Beneath sulfur stars That the father forged of fire and brimstone Shining bright my reign O’er the great spires of heaven For I am he who dwells in the dark, My will of guilty manner Plagued Genesis as Judas did Christ, Loathsome in his way The grinning murderer feels no shame… Yes, Cruel devil tempt my weary flesh So that I may be delivered to evil And eternity without rest And I become what is now Long lost between the sighs of lust and darkened adepts, A candle of death igniting God’s divine plan, For I, the archetype of my own demise Shalt climb high atop this genocide nation To reign down o’er thee in vengeance And claim Babylon as my own… And claim Babylon as my own…
2.
Intent, fluent with its kiss As gentle as an ebbing stream Cresscending to pollinate the throne of three loves Darkest as thee graces who sought my heart To the yearning Lethe… Evanescent lines expelled like thought to page Fading as the distant sunset, A vista of such deep longing Smitten in smears of scarlet, Scars of time, opened graves remain Wherein twin talons rake the soul Swollen to its core, blessed Nepenthe… I once found her once as Flesh relinquished Veins split, Torn, A metaphorical suicide, Then I pleaded my essence for her: “Make me thine misled voyeur Lurking in deadly nightshade, The unbridled passion awaiting eclipse Soon as our time draws near…, Thy lips persuade with a drearing tongue A vast dream, wherein fate Like cerements far flung, forever clung ‘Gainst thy drawling breast” And with a breath of lavender I fell to kissing stars in the skies At the hilt of a vibrant dark. "The tongue licks the cracks, Monoliths of ebbing fervor, And spews forth creation o'er decorum and vanity, The face that imprisons all." And with a breath of lavender I fell to kissing stars in the skies
3.
Death, Death, Death! The secret acts So rightfully ensnared, Intoxicating Her features invigorating And to become once again driven near, Seduced The destruction of my reign o’er her, No longer am I one But two, Eyes piercing the soul For just a moment Her name I suppose does not matter But it was I who chose she, and she who chose me Caught at moon’s glance Her glimpse a slivering arrow, whetted Piercing the vulgar sighs Of onlookers Who would if they could speak verse instead of curse To sway her tempered delicacy, But none such as I Came ever so close to the rose She bore between her thighs For the parting of skirts Came as an ecstasy of highs That the cabernet could only flush, Dancing as my minuet played When her eyes became everything… I saw in them as I never have in another, The visage of beauty Power Devildom And passion For if I look away I fear that I will never peer into the face of paradise again… To me she was Nina, the swansong The blood upon the snow Mephistophelian scarlet, Forever a fragment of perfection, Her skin blushes Bruising a silent whimper Of pale statues staring on Over misty gardens, Within this Eden is power Dominance and submission A soulless nether Where her flesh could never part From the serpents of Eve In this I plead A witness to such bondage Branded incarnate Carving out my eyes to -stand before you in apostasy- -Withdrawn from illumination- -Impassioned- -I shroud the eternal sun- -The façade and illusion- -Deeper than the burial- For once I had wished to Venus In an age of plague, Severance Like waves upon distant clandestine shores Clashing and fading But never-ending
4.
I Release me… Release me from within.. The flame, The wisdom, The chaos serpent… For I am without doubt The God within all Gods Forever and eternal Above and below He.. II As my skin, fire, Singes the world tree Like ebon talons raking The encroaching dusk… Power I am And power shall besiege me III And the only verse of freedom is spoken through the forked tongue of death.. VI Empires are crushed And world’s shatter Each divulge supremacy From ash.. The death of salvation Is a grave bereft But likened to shadows Wandering amongst the scotched mire Soulless… V But I must become I must become one alone To transcend Oceans of time Amid the endless fog Wherein eternity is inevitable Eternal is the way And internal peace, A sorrow compared to life IV My skin burns Bathed in blister Ripping, tearing The flesh of old As a new being I emerge Bound by chains of blood In essence, Death soaked the rising sun An isolated zenith For opened eyes, A longing inexplicable, Forgive me… VII This mire crawls with filth A remembrance to my reign In this I’ve left you a monument, A writing of brief honesty, Transcendence For the power resides in me And my skin fire, Cleansed, Awakened, Wandering amongst this scorched mire Soulless…
5.
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The void - this silence, A cold listless dawn… I lay amongst the ashen scenery Awake, but dreaming Ever near such swarming bliss, Nearer to thee In these deepest of groves, My eyes are set aflame When one (dead) rose Trapped a thorn in my vein Leaking droplets of blood, Burning blood, To ease the slickend bow over The inability of consciousness to cope… Like a reverie I fall each day, Awakened in this flesh, Sinews of bitterness Contained by mortal burden Restrained, Alone, With the dreaded note to change a thought, The gentle whispers of surreality Like blades rending their paths beneath my back bone, Pure and blinding Intense light Memories fade like seamless waves Deep into the recesses of an abandoned shore Where orchids thrive on life lines severed, Sacrificed For I am nothing without voice The beauty in death is far from seen, A freedom pure in form Servitude dethroned, As the blood flows thicker than wine Over the inability of consciousness to cope… Together we could have thrived We could have died In aspheric transformation, Beyond the light of Sephira We could have rose As divinity surpassed Infusing soul and star dust to create The crown, the wisdom, and understanding: To feel nothing is to become everything, A voice empowered… But I have faltered and fallen below their stare Vengeful with prickling deceit, My body now torn Soul gorged upon, Bones crushed and limbs separated, To what pleasure do I owe this? Must I confess that which is held dear to me Upon the ignorant minds of man? A blessing of freedom I presume As my blood flows And images destroy my wit, A burning behind cruel eyes… (The confession unveiled) “I have chosen to disclose only a few details About my relationship with the “deceased”. For between her and I, only secrets were betrayed.. We met one eve When my mind still had wit And felt a tingle of emotion. It was sometime ago, that eve, But I still do recall the way she felt, the way She spoke, the softness of her kiss, The overall sensation obtained By my own reason when I was near to her… I believe in this suffering, for There is an art in suffering An art only for those skilled enough to see and feel, Then contort it, weaving it into works of beauty. If she were still “living”, she would understand this art For she was beyond flesh, beyond beauty, And I could never hurt her I loved her to deeply.. It was the illusion of promise broken by word which killed her. Yes, words alone hold the power to create and destroy Like both freedom and nature. For on that eve I spoke nothing but truth. She fell to my embrace, as devil to the depths, And I fell as well. My heart could no longer bare the burden of Life and sought a certain peace in her, so as Moment turned to day, day to month, many moons Would outline the flaws of character. Then as if vanished, she was gone. She spoke no more. Her skin turned marble and blood froze, eyes of chrysalis, That soft whispering kiss became A bitter lament for nostalgia. I was driven mad, out of my wit! I became a gaunt image of my former self, loathsome indeed, My mind filled with thoughts, ideas, unanswered questions, And an overwhelming emptiness that burned… She hid from me, and is still hiding, “Dead but dreaming” For I can feel her in everything, She is not gone Just traced across the lands Her blood is now the blood of the earth The mother goddess, She has become above all And I will soon join her at the throne. Now take with this what you will My last confession, Illusion or reality..?” The void - this silence, A cold listless dawn… I lay amongst the ashen scenery Awake, but dreaming Ever near such swarming bliss, A prisoner of my own creator… Prometheus Crafted of flesh and bone Now severed from it All lifelines pure, My soul grips the sun In reclamation The light so bright and renascent, And they stare no longer, They stare no longer…

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Theatre Nocturne's first release. Anhedonia 08/31/2012.

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released August 31, 2012

Justin Foley - Vocals
Erik Wagonblott - Guitar
Kenny Zotara - Guitar
Justin Herzog - Bass
Mike Paquette - Drums

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