Have you ever had your chest cave in so many times that it hurts to breathe?
What about second-guessing yourself until it causes your heart to bleed?
And dreams still lie at the bottom of that well, from all of those wretched years ago.
I’ve begun to hate the fall, cause it marks the coming snow.
And I’ve given up on this world I’ve condemned myself to.
By depicting these words to people now turned ghosts.
NEVER AGAIN, NEVER AGAIN.
Never again will I allow myself to be vulnerable to the curse of nostalgia.
The emptiness in that fall air
The absence in remembering
The smell of those dying leaves
The insecurities that shadow me
The fleetingness of the sunlight
The coldness of the night
The vacancy found in those trees
The uncertainty in that piercing breeze
The Brooklyn miscreants dish out six helpings of raw, sinister punk that combine raw energy with metalcore power moves. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 14, 2022