A pale beaten creature passes before my eyes.
Catching my attention.
Skin is rotten conquered by his demise.
malled by the infection
His lifeless face is ridden with gloom.
Lost the fight to delay his doom.
Crooked spine,
too much weight carrying the scars
body is plagued by decay
too damn young to feel this way
(The black of the night, circles his lifeless eyes)
(Only definition of features, are the frown set lines)
Doubling back I’m greeted by
my gut hitting the floor.
Ears busted by the shatter.
Glass shards slicing.
Summon my last bit of strength.
These empty hands clinch a fist.
Smashing the mirror
terrorizing me.
Chicago hardcore veterans embrace industrial metal, doom, and experimental electronics to transcendent, explosive effect. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 18, 2023