Nebulous Material

by Erik Fredriksen

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Translator 02:51
I was a leader before I stopped caring I was a martyr before I got the fuck up Excuses confuses what I choose to be real And how my legs are now only metal and love Clouds like black pearls in my system Tree vines define how I am not them She extends her roots to the ends of the earth And I can't make it past the first bend I'm not here anymore Vortex of space We write off the sky Windows of lace Wait, I need you to me mine The goddess I can’t find Translators of the world Please help me through the brine Walking through the mist The ender of the sky Hands of an arsonist Fire in my eyes My ribs are splayed out for the world Face is ripped off, painted forever Vegetable helpless but not fearless I just want to die
A new development reinvigorates the mind Evisceration of the heart of an innocent fly There’s an obligation somewhere in this mess of a room To leap out of this remote location into the sky Sickening existentialism Past witty observations are obsolete Manifestation of overconfidence Get your fucking black hole away from me The moon will shine its light on me in two hours I regress into a mindless creature Reprehensible behavior, you illiterate fuck Scream like butterflies have infested my stomach Subtext’s a fleeting sensation willfully forgotten I find my storyline of recovery disrupted Reprehensible postmodernism Cynical acceptance of addictive personality I can’t believe I let me exist I can’t feel guilty now, I can’t feel guilty now The moon will shine its light on me in two hours I regress into a mindless creature When a simple image makes this daze lasts longer I fear a dangerous urge — Dry air, burning stare Beauty like waterfalls, strange shimmer Cherry blossom hieroglyphics Acrylic clarity fumes into the air Euphoria, chorea Pneumonia Watercolor impressionistic ramblings Meaninglessness so beautiful Climb back thru my romanticized auto bio pic And carve out the ideal soul And I need, concrete reasoning to fight it My happiness is limited Am I doomed to a life of inadequacy But I believe, in my soul as a useful entity And my will to exist as I am Approaching contentment I wake up too late again — Any monkey with a shred of brain learns from their mistakes A healthy single volume is better than a corrupted triptych You will never understand how much I hate you You make me sick
Hey I’ve watching you from across the room Seeing how you grow and prosper How I’ve grown to love you I imagine magma eating my body Such a burning sensation could only be caused by love I latch on to death as it drives so near to me At this point it's intuition, a fucking internalized routine Creation of an imaginary hole, Should I be ashamed Fire is a motif that seems so inviting But it is dampened by things so natural And heightened to a degree so out of control By fits of passion and catalysts unfortunate Gerund am I, words cannot describe my state of mind Numbers are obsolete compared to my objects I aim to simplify my understanding And create motivation and positivity in myself I wait, the inevitability of the dark My constraints are self imposed, making fate There is no torment or sadness, just a mind of scientific progress Creation of an imaginary hole, Should I be ashamed For the remnants feel so real A new reference frame The morning dew makes shivers down my spine Everything with fix itself in time Gonna sit on the warm side of the moon Observing all the warmth created by you When I get better, I hope you’ll still be there I’m fixing myself for you and for me I swear that I’m trying, I hate that I’m losing I want to be happy for you and for me I wait, the inevitability of the dark My constraints are self imposed, making fate There is no torment or sadness, just a mind of scientific progress Oh in the back in my mind near an exit I work to clear a path but my compass is broken An amorphous black begins to swallow up my legs I freeze; the night has won this time, and I concede The sky opens up and an abomination appears Consisting of all human interpretations of evil When I think of it I flail involuntarily For the redness is so frightening A projection of a narrative fulfilled by my self-destruction I constructed blue to retain my humanity The morning is slow but sure The beast draws ever near Who could possibly believe these tales of absurdity Nothing matters Everything remains
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Hand in Hand 03:52
Grieving like a hopeless romantic I am space time just wrapping round your mind Just waiting, waiting For you to come inside Oh the feeling of love on my skin A scientist observing his lover Experiment, experiment Breaking through the warped covers Where is the world I grew up in? Where is the peace in all the din? Gods are the stars and they are shining upon me I remember when I knew nothing of the world And I was just painting, painting Onto this canvas of feelings and words None of these things seem real to me and I don't know I just can't seem to understand... I thought I was an intellect, I thought I was a sort of higher being Holding you, clutching to, us two, hand in hand And I reveal the snow to the world Analyzation of how our limbs curl around I am the fire I don't give in, don't give up, never give in Collapse the ice So I can swim again


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released June 2, 2018

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