The birds kept singing
While the wind rustling hugged him
The spring of time rested on his being
And all humanity escaped disguised as memories.
And the birds did not return to the old tree.
Dried all its essence in winter,
such intense winter, such endless winter,
cruel enough to last… and last.
Time showed its vanity
And then flounced far away.
Silence deafened me once again.
Assimilating silence, I fell, proving nothing
Unable to repose at all in the lower end.
One fall without structures, so constant and monotone
No hate to deflect the tension.
The world shattered reclaiming a place now so denied.
Time showed its vanity and then flounced away
Silence deafened me again.
And looking through the window of life, the birds kept basking
so unconscious about their future.
And when at last (I woke up) I wasn’t in the same (enclosure).
This was a different one, (I let myself reject it).
I let myself abhor it (though forced to live here)
Thus felt myself slightly, (slightly more human).
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