The cycle starts over anew:
Reflections are spinning again
like a spiral (into the infinite).
Transforming, (self-enslaving)
The void embraces (them), then they sleep
Like children (tired of playing).
They feed on, start growing.
Swaying unconscious (not knowing)
They wander uncertain and bitter, (meanwhile)
I am tormented and sleepless…
The hours pass and a sigh rises,
“Perhaps this spiral is not mine”.
And how can I strip such infinite from around me?
The despicable sun floods me again, proud and solemn.
I fall again, illuminated, my eyes burnt.
No truce in awareness, time shatters below me.
A path traces itself as I cross the other portal.
After all, The endless is a cage of tired spirits.
Night pulls to thresholds, sounds are heard closer
And the cry of souls sinks into the putrid ground.
Old constellation, spit out your humble pride
and soak the valley of men.
Drown them again, for they think they are free and clean,
running in the realms of the uncertain.
Where the cosmic cliff ends,
stars fall like angels.
Feel them, alienated by their own consciences,
(They raise a plea and continue with their routines…)
Another day will come, and still there won't be shut eyes,
for there's too much blindness in this world…
And here I am, linked to the void, surrendered to my own destiny,
without the will to change a thing, not now nor ever!
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