Paroxysm Projekt - Chasms & Weapons

Lyrics:

​The man was wrought of shadow,
Borne of mistrust, deep and wide,
A frozen fortress in his soul,
Where few could ever ride.

His tongue was trapped in silence,
So his music spoke instead,
A somber, surging symphony
That echoed in his head.

He felt the world acutely,
Every sorrow, every sting,
Yet wrapped himself in nothingness
A hollow bell to ring.

​To still the storm of thought
That constantly would break and race,
He sought the bitter comfort
Of the whiskey’s cold embrace.

And in the frantic,
Endless churn of work,
He sought release,
A driven,
Desperate focus for a mind
That knew no peace.

The bleak month of January
Held a wound that would not mend,
For there his cherished sister's fragile,
Fading life did end.

​No warm embrace of family
To cushion his descent,
His life a lonely, jagged path,
A spirit torn and bent.

Beneath the brow of darkness,
Astriking hue took hold,
His eyes, an emerald beauty
Edged with bands of deepest gold.

But in those depths,
A hatred burned,
For life and for his core,
A self-contempt
That shadowed him
And asked for nothing more.

​Upon his skin,
The ink did crawl,
Of sigils stark and utterly grim,
The vacant stare of shaded skulls
Adorned each cold
And chiseled limb.

His every word was tactful, sharp,
A weapon held in check,
A glacial, steady coldness
On his shoulders and his neck.

And yet, a fragile crack appeared,
A whisper soft and low,
As to my presence, close he crept,
Letting his defenses go.

​A fleeting, virtual moment
Where the darkness seemed to pause,
A breath of simple,
Stunning happiness,
Defying cruelest laws.

The exchanges held
A spark of light,
A hope both sweet and brief,
A momentary solace
That defied impending grief.

Then like a nightmare fading fast,
The warmth began to cease,
His art and writings were deleted,
Scattered to the breeze.

​He ghosted
From his screens and life,
Dissolved without a sound,
Leaving a vacant, echoing,
Unhallowed burial ground.

I wept for the painful departure,
But I strove
To understand his plight.

The crippling weight of self-disdain
That snuffed his inner glowing light.
The crippling weight of self-disdain
That snuffed his inner glowing light.

I mourned the idea of the man
Who’d merely let my spirit near,
The promise of a friendship,
A lie asking for more,
I did not want this.

You dissolved into thin air..
I won't allow myself to cry.
You've been gone awhile,
That's okay, really.

​The thought arose of fruitless games,
A freezing cold and calculated plan,
That his intent was always this:

To vanish, not to be a mere man
The battle for a steady bond,
But rather cloak and disappear,
Just another haunting ghost
I'm left to reminisce, my dear.

You dissolved into thin air..
You've been gone awhile.
I wish you cared.

​The thought arose of fruitless games,
A freezing cold and calculated plan,
That his intent was always this:

To vanish, not to be a mere man
The battle for a steady bond,
But rather cloak and disappear,
Just another haunting ghost
I'm left to reminisce, my dear.
​
​​The man was wrought of shadow,
Borne of mistrust, deep and wide,
A frozen fortress in his soul,
Where few could ever ride.