Self hope has died within you, something that no longer has a truth
Doubts of change are the whole of you, nothing that this agony can sooth
blackening are the clouds above you, hidden from a world you could once see
this inner shell feels foreign to you, need for something in this world to set you free
As the delusion fades
The sorrow storms in
As time moves forward
I realize what I’ve always been
If the self I hate
remains to be mine
Then an open vein
Will do just fine
It hasn’t taken long
For the disease to grow so strong
And despite all that I became
By the end I’ll still all feel the same
Broken i have become
While losing my changeability
After all things remain the same
My life has become futility
A foreboding black-doom metal dirge, meditating on a dark world caked in ash, resulting from all the Earth’s nuclear arsenal detonating at once. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jun 14, 2018