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Cauchemar

from Cauchemar by My Personal Murderer

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The sky is growing dark and my jutting ribs scrape against the dusty ground.

In the desert that surrounds me there is nothing but the high moaning, closer now. My face sinks into the ground as everything goes black.

I wake again. The morning is bright and fills me with promise. I stretch my strong and supple limbs, look around the apartment that greets me every new day.

For a moment I enjoy the thick, deep silence. The noises haven’t started yet, but I know they will soon.

If there is a sound, then there must be a cause. I do not know if it comes from me.

I remember the other apartments in the building from previous days - there is nothing in them but junk. Maybe there are others like me, but I have never seen them. On the days when I wait, they burden me with an empty sorrow and I do not stay in them long.

The horizon is the same everywhere I look. I remember where I went yesterday, I line myself up in exactly the same direction. Then I make a quarter-turn and start to walk again.

As I walk, the sun travels across the sky and I grow thin and tired. My skin is grey and my legs have lost their vigor. It is better when this happens in the open air and not in the stifling, musty apartment, but not by much. I take a deep breath while I still can and quicken my pace.

The muffled moaning, like whale song, is stronger now. As always, I see nothing that could produce it.

The sun sinks even further and I take my first look back. The building has already vanished in the distance. In front of me there is nothing.

My skin sags, dark spots beginning to appear on it and the bones of my wrists rubbing against the rough fabric of my shirt.

Why is there nothing? If there is nothing, where did I come from?

Each day is endless in the same way as the desert that I walk through now. The ending is always invisible until it is met.

My walk is not finished, and anything may happen. This means it is unlimited. When it is finished, then it will have a limit.

Is it the same walk, or does it begin anew each day?

I am as valuable as the building, as the other apartments, as the sounds in the emptiness I walk through now. As valuable and no more.

My eyes begin to fail. My walk is coming to an end.

The sky is growing dark and my jutting ribs scrape against the dusty ground.

In the desert that surrounds me there is nothing but the high moaning, closer now. My face sinks into the ground as everything goes black.

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from Cauchemar, released February 4, 2016
Music by Yevgen Chebotarenko, Maxim Kovalchuk and Yurii Kononov

Words and voice preformed by Anand Dibble

Sound by Ilya Galushko and Yevgen Chebotarenko

Recording engineer Alexei Nagornykh

Guitar re-amping by Anton Vorozhtsov

Artwork taken from 'По той бік' (Beyond) series by Albina Yaloza

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My Personal Murderer music is a combination of various genres, mostly involving dark and atmospheric aspects of the contemporary alternative scene.

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