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  • XXVVIII: Romanticize the Grave (in progress)
  • XXVII: Daemons - 2013
  • XXVI: F r a g m e n t s (part III) The Written Word Is Dead - 2013 (published)
  • XXV: F r a g m e n t s (part II) For the Sense Of God - 2013 (published)
  • XXIV: F r a g m e n t s (part I) F r a g m e n t s - 2013 (published)
  • XXIII: Saints Rose - 2013 (published)
  • XXII: Soul's Haven - 2013
  • XXI: The Paradox - 2013 (published)
  • XX: ICONOGRAPHY - 2012
  • XIX: THE OLD EPITAPH - 2012 (published)
  • XVIII: THE CRYPTIC ALTARS - 2012
  • XVII: Seen Through Different Eyes - 2011 (published)
  • XVI: Cemetery of Garlands - 2011 (published)
  • XV: Lunar Heart - 2010 (published)
  • XIV: PAGES FROM ASHES - 2010 (published)
  • XIII: Little Rabbits - 2009 (published)
  • XI-XII: Shepherd's Gray / Forgiveness in Will - 2009 (published)
  • X: Afterlife - 2008 (published)
  • IX: "From A Melancholy Thoughtfulness" - 2008 (published)
  • VIII: Black Rain - 2007 (published)
  • VII: The Silence Within & Out - 2007
  • VI: Observation - 2006 (published)
  • V: Ethereal - 2006
  • IV: Kingdom - 2006
  • III: The Purpose - 05'-06' (published)
  • II: Follow The Art - 04'-05'
  • I: My Sense Of Compassion - 03'-04'

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In the Forgotten

Maybe if I could feel even more melancholic
My heart could grow to heal you
Maybe if my soul could be saved,
We could move on instead of right here, in the forgotten…

There's nothing more for your words to be a prayer but not a voice
Or your thoughts to be alive but not perdition;
I grow to darkness just one rebirth...
To the old spot on the hill asking the clouds to answer
Suffering the old dead memories dead again and dead again...
Just to see your reaction and your familiar face...
Just to know that we were both unhappy.



There’s a small gap between
What is growing and what is rotting away.
And we’re afraid to fit in;

For what we hope may never happen
For what we fear may never take place
There’s always a little sign that something good
Will come out of suffering,
But to never fully heal makes it difficult to believe.

Maybe if I felt even more melancholic,
The music would be beautiful enough to capture with words
Maybe if those words meant something meaningful to someone
I could move on instead of right here, in the forgotten…

I grow in darkness just one rebirth more...
To the old spot on the grave asking the clouds to uncover
Suffering the old dead memories dead again and dead again...
Just to see your reaction and your familiar face...
Just to feel that what unhappiness was…
Could have been happiness
If we both allowed one another to be saved.

Because a smile was all I ever needed
Just to know that in this life it wasn’t all meaningless.
There's nothing more for your words to be a prayer but not a voice
Or your thoughts to be alive but not perdition;

I grow to darkness just one rebirth...
To the old spot on the hill asking the clouds to uncover.

Alec Wildey – 2011
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