Respite from Wretched by Blighted Eye

I am paralyzed by a sensation,
a cacophonous drone that eternally echoes,
spewing gloom and malice.
Capricious in its nature, I turn inward
delving into an introspective stupor.
I should not waste my time and breath
contemplating the inadequacies of
a frail human form.

A contemptuous manifestation,
an insignificant apparition.
My eyes ache as I force them
open to see, to see the light.
Consumed by inescapable dread.
I feel cold.
I feel cold.
I am drowning.

Lies pour forth through gritted teeth,
crying “One. One more day.”
In lucid dreams, I hear voices beckoning me,
“One more day.”
Lies pour forth through gritted teeth,
They cry out to me “One more. One more day.”
In lucid dreams, I hear the voices,
they’re beckoning me.
“One more day.”

The night is deep and I am drowning.
in an infinite sea of nothingness.
A man's spirit dies, the body falls.
In death, his soul is free to roam.

Never to be found, he walks freely.
Never to be found, he walks freely.
In silent indignation, I whisper in repeat;
Respite shall never come.
Respite shall never come.
I see nothing.
I hear nothing.
I feel nothing.
I am nothing.

Lies pour forth through gritted teeth;
Crying “One more. One more day.”
In lucid dreams, I hear voices beckoning me;
“One more. One more day”

A contemptuous manifestation,
an insignificant apparition
My eyes ache as I force them
open to see (to see) the light
Consumed by inescapable dread,
I feel cold.
I feel cold.
I feel cold.
I am naught.

• Black Metal
• Death Metal
• Metal
• Progressive Metal
• Seattle