Absent
in my absense i've written poetry though not literally, given my current condition
i'll recite you a piece of my mind listen not that you could choose not to
it isn't great poetry me being out of my head lately you know how it is
“you cannot feel pity your soul's too old to die
none can see this you're too used to hide
to the eyes of the world you're cold you put on a mask do what you're told
you act housebroken, tamed, domesticated cut open, it's all framed and fabricated
close your eyes that I could not see your monstrosity your efficiency”
in my absence i've had nothing but time on my hands though not literally, given my current condition
in my absence I've been watching the world through your eyes and i've seen what is hidden but sometimes shows through the cracks if i know where to look
in my absence i've made myself your quilty conscience the piece of your mind you have misplaced
i've made myself your quilty conscience and that, my love, is literal
Background Info
After two drafts ( first, second ) and one missed album, ideas floating around found their form and home on Id|entities as Absent.
The theme morphed into a male voice in a bit mysterious ”current condition”, writing and citing (bad) poetry to somebody who can not avoid listening. His captive? Is he the captive? Will we find out?
While the starting point years ago was trying to express personal feelings, by this point it’s about indentities and horror.
There’s a music video of Absent on YT, check it if you will.
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