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  • Have you ever had that nagging sensation that you're out of place among the wrong people? Lately, I've struggled to find any opportunities at the place where I live. It feels like months have gone by with only empty promises from work, leaving me burnt out and unable to enjoy even the simplest pleasures.

    I can't shake this profound loneliness I've experienced for weeks, and it's perplexing since I’m in a relationship. It's odd when you are being told that they are here for you and to try to respond to this as often as possible on the same level, even when your social battery is depleted, yet still feel so utterly isolated. The depths of my depression have made it hard to get out of bed for days, with tears flowing freely.

    Am I misguided in my expectations of what a relationship should be? When I realize that a house is on fire, for example, and I hear some calls for help, I try to rescue this person from it if possible and don’t avoid it because it might be too “hot.” I believe in stepping into the flames to support those I love, to hold their hand as we navigate the chaos together. Yet, here I am, feeling like I’m trapped in my own burning house while my partner stands outside, unsure whether to come in or watch from a distance.

    I’m left feeling so conflicted… I love my partner deeply, yet I also feel profoundly abandoned and overlooked. I want to believe that love can withstand these moments of despair, that we can face life’s struggles as a team. But the distance created by unspoken words and unmet expectations feels like an insurmountable wall between us.

    I often wonder if I’m asking for too much—if my desire for connection is unreasonable in a world that often seems too chaotic to handle. Shouldn't a partner be a safe haven, a source of comfort during the storm? Or am I just searching for validation in all the wrong places?

    The fear of losing that connection, of being vulnerable and showing my true self, holds me back. There are days I crave honesty, but what if that honesty exposes too much? What if it reveals the depths of my struggles, and in response, all I receive is pity instead of understanding?
    Have you ever had that nagging sensation that you're out of place among the wrong people? Lately, I've struggled to find any opportunities at the place where I live. It feels like months have gone by with only empty promises from work, leaving me burnt out and unable to enjoy even the simplest pleasures. I can't shake this profound loneliness I've experienced for weeks, and it's perplexing since I’m in a relationship. It's odd when you are being told that they are here for you and to try to respond to this as often as possible on the same level, even when your social battery is depleted, yet still feel so utterly isolated. The depths of my depression have made it hard to get out of bed for days, with tears flowing freely. Am I misguided in my expectations of what a relationship should be? When I realize that a house is on fire, for example, and I hear some calls for help, I try to rescue this person from it if possible and don’t avoid it because it might be too “hot.” I believe in stepping into the flames to support those I love, to hold their hand as we navigate the chaos together. Yet, here I am, feeling like I’m trapped in my own burning house while my partner stands outside, unsure whether to come in or watch from a distance. I’m left feeling so conflicted… I love my partner deeply, yet I also feel profoundly abandoned and overlooked. I want to believe that love can withstand these moments of despair, that we can face life’s struggles as a team. But the distance created by unspoken words and unmet expectations feels like an insurmountable wall between us. I often wonder if I’m asking for too much—if my desire for connection is unreasonable in a world that often seems too chaotic to handle. Shouldn't a partner be a safe haven, a source of comfort during the storm? Or am I just searching for validation in all the wrong places? The fear of losing that connection, of being vulnerable and showing my true self, holds me back. There are days I crave honesty, but what if that honesty exposes too much? What if it reveals the depths of my struggles, and in response, all I receive is pity instead of understanding?
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  • In the depths of the night, she reigns supreme,
    A whispering legend, a haunting dream.
    Born of ancient blood, her beauty divine,
    The Countess of darkness, her power refined.

    https://youtu.be/El9w2wOvWIY?si=rzGNbN3V_blRa0a3
    In the depths of the night, she reigns supreme, A whispering legend, a haunting dream. Born of ancient blood, her beauty divine, The Countess of darkness, her power refined. https://youtu.be/El9w2wOvWIY?si=rzGNbN3V_blRa0a3
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  • It's been 28 years since The Spice Girls burst on the scene and I still feel like the general public hasn't fully appreciated the depth of their talent and musical genius.
    It's been 28 years since The Spice Girls burst on the scene and I still feel like the general public hasn't fully appreciated the depth of their talent and musical genius.
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  • The troll sat on a stone and shouted: HEY!1
    Who has poured out my mead?
    But no animal neither in the wood nor the cave’s depth
    knew who had emptied out the forest troll's drink.

    The troll sat on a stone and shouted: HEY!
    Who has trampled down my mushrooms?
    But neither animal in the forest nor child of the sky
    knew who had stamped down the entire field.

    The troll sat on a stone and shouted: HEY!
    Mead and meat to the wise one!
    Neither animal in the wood nor cave troll's child
    knew those were the only things the troll still had left.

    And the rats whispered to the troll:
    The Christians have spilled your mead!
    The Christians have trampled your mushrooms!
    The Christians have beaten your brothers!

    Then the troll got angry and stood up from his stone,
    he went to the Christian land and burned down the hideous church.
    https://youtu.be/m5PCEO6DP64
    The troll sat on a stone and shouted: HEY!1 Who has poured out my mead? But no animal neither in the wood nor the cave’s depth knew who had emptied out the forest troll's drink. The troll sat on a stone and shouted: HEY! Who has trampled down my mushrooms? But neither animal in the forest nor child of the sky knew who had stamped down the entire field. The troll sat on a stone and shouted: HEY! Mead and meat to the wise one! Neither animal in the wood nor cave troll's child knew those were the only things the troll still had left. And the rats whispered to the troll: The Christians have spilled your mead! The Christians have trampled your mushrooms! The Christians have beaten your brothers! Then the troll got angry and stood up from his stone, he went to the Christian land and burned down the hideous church. https://youtu.be/m5PCEO6DP64
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  • #depth #gif #ocean
    #depth #gif #ocean
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  • "Dredging The Depths" the new 2 track single out today https://vampyrouss.bandcamp.com/album/dredging-the-depths
    "Dredging The Depths" the new 2 track single out today https://vampyrouss.bandcamp.com/album/dredging-the-depths
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  • Vampyrouss - "All Roads Lead To You" [Barely (A)Live Rehearsal]

    Lyrics:
    The burden of days and the sprawling nights
    In the silence of solitude there is no place to hide
    From the past and its sins, the reflections within
    The ravaging tides of time leave me gnarled, indistinct

    The tolling bells of years gone by
    Echo in the distance every chime
    A shrill reminder of those once dulcet tones
    Such goodness wrenched away from these fragile bones

    But how the beaten organ can still sputter a pulse
    For those moments in the sun, the thrill of the hunt
    Oh spare me from nostalgia and her accursed front
    Which may rend me man again for a taste of this spell that is spun

    Around the cobwebbed coves of the darkest side
    Midst the dank dungeon dregs of a derelict mind
    Which sheathe my feats from the driving gale
    Make swift my end like those I once assailed

    Prey, we come closer with every breath
    Brought slowly back together by encroaching death
    The lurker in the shadows, sole victor of this game
    Set in motion by vengeance now recalled as shame

    The scapegoat still bleats I grind my jagged hooves
    Head hung low, drunk with power, bemused
    A mere pawn led to march in this terrible war
    Revenge a crueller mistress than ever accredited for...

    This hall of shame bears down on me
    As it crumbles from the inside out
    I can barely breathe

    It all begins to tumble down
    The edges blur
    And then the pain subsides
    I succumb to a sedated numbness
    Until the next time
    I choose to close my weary eyes

    The arrows turned, the swords repel
    I throw the flag
    And set sail for the end
    In flames I swear this sinking ship
    Will be dashed to the depths
    And never found

    Torture artist not my chosen nom de plume
    But this sordid desolation of my creation
    Holds to this unspeakable truth
    There is no place to flee, no haven
    There are no more roads to roam
    When all the paths inevitably
    Still lead back to You

    The musings of a madman on the edge
    Still reeling from the feeding of the basest needs
    My curse, this lover's pledge
    And so it ends, this embittered tale
    All the dragons slain, the piper paid
    Now doomed I walk alone
    On this scorched earth…

    Lyrics by Kazraine Maars.
    Music by Azrael Gexen.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L5vK9sWKgi4
    Vampyrouss - "All Roads Lead To You" [Barely (A)Live Rehearsal] Lyrics: The burden of days and the sprawling nights In the silence of solitude there is no place to hide From the past and its sins, the reflections within The ravaging tides of time leave me gnarled, indistinct The tolling bells of years gone by Echo in the distance every chime A shrill reminder of those once dulcet tones Such goodness wrenched away from these fragile bones But how the beaten organ can still sputter a pulse For those moments in the sun, the thrill of the hunt Oh spare me from nostalgia and her accursed front Which may rend me man again for a taste of this spell that is spun Around the cobwebbed coves of the darkest side Midst the dank dungeon dregs of a derelict mind Which sheathe my feats from the driving gale Make swift my end like those I once assailed Prey, we come closer with every breath Brought slowly back together by encroaching death The lurker in the shadows, sole victor of this game Set in motion by vengeance now recalled as shame The scapegoat still bleats I grind my jagged hooves Head hung low, drunk with power, bemused A mere pawn led to march in this terrible war Revenge a crueller mistress than ever accredited for... This hall of shame bears down on me As it crumbles from the inside out I can barely breathe It all begins to tumble down The edges blur And then the pain subsides I succumb to a sedated numbness Until the next time I choose to close my weary eyes The arrows turned, the swords repel I throw the flag And set sail for the end In flames I swear this sinking ship Will be dashed to the depths And never found Torture artist not my chosen nom de plume But this sordid desolation of my creation Holds to this unspeakable truth There is no place to flee, no haven There are no more roads to roam When all the paths inevitably Still lead back to You The musings of a madman on the edge Still reeling from the feeding of the basest needs My curse, this lover's pledge And so it ends, this embittered tale All the dragons slain, the piper paid Now doomed I walk alone On this scorched earth… Lyrics by Kazraine Maars. Music by Azrael Gexen. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L5vK9sWKgi4
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  • The troll sat on a stone and shouted: HEY!1
    Who has poured out my mead?
    But no animal neither in the wood nor the cave’s depth
    knew who had emptied out the forest troll's drink.

    The troll sat on a stone and shouted: HEY!
    Who has trampled down my mushrooms?
    But neither animal in the forest nor child of the sky
    knew who had stamped down the entire field.

    The troll sat on a stone and shouted: HEY!
    Mead and meat to the wise one!
    Neither animal in the wood nor cave troll's child
    knew those were the only things the troll still had left.

    And the rats whispered to the troll:
    The Christians have spilled your mead!
    The Christians have trampled your mushrooms!
    The Christians have beaten your brothers!

    Then the troll got angry and stood up from his stone,
    he went to the Christian land and burned down the hideous church.
    https://youtu.be/m5PCEO6DP64
    The troll sat on a stone and shouted: HEY!1 Who has poured out my mead? But no animal neither in the wood nor the cave’s depth knew who had emptied out the forest troll's drink. The troll sat on a stone and shouted: HEY! Who has trampled down my mushrooms? But neither animal in the forest nor child of the sky knew who had stamped down the entire field. The troll sat on a stone and shouted: HEY! Mead and meat to the wise one! Neither animal in the wood nor cave troll's child knew those were the only things the troll still had left. And the rats whispered to the troll: The Christians have spilled your mead! The Christians have trampled your mushrooms! The Christians have beaten your brothers! Then the troll got angry and stood up from his stone, he went to the Christian land and burned down the hideous church. https://youtu.be/m5PCEO6DP64
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