The doorway between was shattered, then barred
Unspeakable.
Alone.
Sundered into flesh and soul
I beheld eyes glazed and still and muscles running from the bone
Unspeakable.
And you came back crushed
(though now, not always alone)
left to sift through rubble and blood
and the fear that it could happen again
Then it happened again
Tonight I’m filled with visions:
First, a towering rage
Slaughter the fucking scum
make them feel Pain
Next is an emptiness
but for the low-slung moon
shining red through clouds of suffering
on desolate, cold graves
Rain will fall, not bearing the flood that cleanses
but with a fulsome ache seeping through pores
Bewildered and Senseless
This World is Hell
Forced to have a terrible strength just to survive
But it’s a strength that can tear one apart
Hold, and breathe out shaking;
I’ll kiss salt from your face
I would do fucking anything if it could somehow erase
A pain that haunts and quakes, silences and breaks
But history is thus-burned into our bones
No escaping what’s been built and broken down
There are layers wrought I can never understand
But if you’ve been gone a long time,
building new space between
Know that somewhere, somewhere,
there is a safe resting place
For I’ve seen soul twisting in the wind
scattering clouds promising embodiment
And one still point, tensioned between
Inviolate.
Churning earth, window to the flesh
untouched by violence
Above and below
Space made to mend
Pulled back inside
Blackened hardcore with the sheer heady power of stadium crust and the glacial melodies of second-wave black metal. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 10, 2023