HAVE YOU EVER LIVED A DAY IN THE LIFE OF YOURSELF?
The corpse dances, at my accord, an existence flashes with smoke, from a wet cigarette, they write my ending before it happens, in a biography with no pages, no pictures, no tomb, just a floating apparition, confound to a being, that will suffocate too, and then we will have our ‘eternity’.
Inside the ecological grace cautions a missed presence, a verifying initiative overcomes the dependence, the natural beloved ignites the anthology, forty two pills serve the glorious narrative, a prescribed tragedy revolts itself from a Devils mouth, my errors insert after this horrified alert, a sigh slaves from a mountain we would climb, my tiresome hands struggle to keep up, I am a fool to underestimate this virtue, the crowd runs into my sanctum to see the show, just ready to know the curtains will close, & I am the Reapers whore, a view emerges as my family and friends fade, it is not light, it is not God, it is not Hell, SERENITY.
A four-way screamo split from Infant Island, Massa Nera, Frail Body, and Dianacrawls captures the atmospheric urgency of their scene. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 2, 2019