Wounds Never Close
I ache to see the shadow of the blade
Falling upon me
To match this punishing grasp of eternal grinding
(only spit forth by a throat pouring the final sum of all suffering)
The shrill seize embodied
The most sacred agony
Torn from death
Beyond the bound of flesh
Rushing towards me
Which is the weaker
The one that hides his spine
Or the one whose crushed by the weight of the world?
Hear this death from my heart
Thrust into grieving
Forced silence
Drowning in shit
Fire consuming
Ice blooming
Within A World Forgotten (2018)