Once Lilith came to speak to me:
"See, I'm your seed, you are my tree.
To heavens high your rage shall strive
Grow buds and brenches, shine and thrive!
You precious child, sweet sprout of mine
follow my call, my love divine!"
Her voice was gale, but oh so bright.
Her teeth flashed up in pearly white
A smile so frail,
and eyes so fierce
she smelled like bale,
like lust and tears.
So, what I was is petty now
What I'll become, a seedy vow
I'm tearing down. It was, we were.
What's left is artworks, marked by her.
And from the fragments of my deed
my self-sown stones sprout fragile feet
of anxious hope and blackest ink
still longing for a glimpse, a blink.
While piece by piece fall into place
they even grow, get strong, gain grace.
Lilith's still here and I'm her child
I am as uncertain as wild.
She trapped me in and set me free.
I'm my own seed, I am a tree.
supported by 4 fans who also own “Her Enchanted Hair Was The First Gold”
Ἡ εἰκών was an impressive debut, but way too short! Luckily, Ψευδομένη arrives to satisfy the urge for more of what made its precedessor hit hard and fast: some atmospheric moments (don't be deterred as this is still brutal, dissonant and disgusting to the core) and at the same time, J.L. is exploring longer tracks - e.g. my personal favourite - and implementing some cavernous lows. If there's one thing we can all agree on, it's most likely that this man refuses to stand still. What a pace! David Fischer