Hi hello, weirdos.
It has inevitably been a minute since I’ve posted something here. I’ve been writing and crafting and dreaming. I replaced my Bad Omens obsession with the three-arc album cycle of Sleep Token because I am, after all, only human. I’ve been stuck on the Vessel’s core arguments about love, lately, and I keep returning to this idea that the records are a love letter to grief. Maybe it’s just where I feel most at home with writing* – but I can’t help but feel like the love you let consume you will never end in anything other than grief. The love you let subsume you will only leave you picking up the pieces of the person you used to be. *(We’re gonna ignore the bit where I will always be a sad little emo-kid in my writing some way or another.)
Take Me Back to Eden fascinates me as the last album of the storyline and I wanted to play with the words and the themes. (And also the fact that there’s science puns thrown in there also just make my dead little heart happy.) So, until I can see them live sometime or another, this is an Offering in two parts.
I am fully aware that these are not fully in the cadence of how Vessel presents his own Offerings. It was more important this time to me to match the tone of what is conveyed when I listen to these songs.
We were not made, we were born of sacred rituals in time.
We are tangled up like predator and prey.
Must be my mistake: you are no guardian –
with words so sharp I feel them breaking skin.
And I’m barely breathing in the chokehold
of the words stuck in my throat.
I’d weather angry seas,
Give up every shred of peace if it would mean
you could still love me through the pain again.
And if your days unfold without me, my love,
would your soul ever be my home again?
So teach me words which I cannot sing-
even if they’d break me – even if you hate me.
Oh, and though we always will be lonely,
Will I always be afraid?
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If Hell is a locked door, Heaven is a mirrored escape.
I’d waste the rest of my years for it.
If you would but bury your anger, let it simmer –
It will keep for a better time and place.
This place suits you, the blue deep becomes you and I
would do anything to keep you safe from the words I’m desperate to say.
I would swallow coals to keep the pain away.
The bonds of your loneliness can weaken with time.
and I am desperate to be the acid to your alkaline –
The Vessel of your obsession if I can call you mine.
Will you be mine?
Your memory fades from the the sheets before I can wash my sins away.
I tasted my freedom on your lips –
Half mad, half blind in my desire to possess – will you be mine?
It’s the ghost of your touch that kept my silence.
It’s the honeyed words masking silver tongues that I regret.
I am certain you could make me forget.
Just a glimpse of Heaven is all I beg: and I’d waste the rest of my years for it.
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Masked-hot boi-brooding. (The hand flourish is optional.)
Love ya, weirdos. Until next time. (Catch Your Breath is next, probably. bwehehehehehe).
Ink & Tome 