Voynich from Unsound by Sensory Deprivation

Where have they gone? My mind runs wild. Scenarios building. Writing these words. I wait for return. Minutes become hours. Hours into days. I wait for the news. Imagine the worst. Goodnight my loves. Appearing anxious. Denial of fear. My mind looks for solutions. But I am running dry. My eyes they look for answers. I am stuck alone. I gaze at the walls. I scream in my head. I wish for a problem. Just for an answer. I know it's okay. But I know it might not. Start at the end. End at the beginning. Afraid to worry. But panic is natural. Sit by the door. Wait for the news.

• Punk
• experimental
• indie
• indie rock
• noise
• noise rock
• post-hardcore
• post-punk
• post-rock
• shoegaze
• skramz
• sound collage
• Biddeford