Crucial Times from s/t by finisterre

far out the first morning light dilutes the luscious jet-black of the sky. it´s the moment where yesterday turns into tomorrow and there´s no today for a while. that moment, which is most dreaded by the sleepless. my face feels too tight, I palpate a mien which I do not recognize, an ugly grin, which is terrifying me, which does not belong to me. my voice dies away, words not made to say. my voice dies away, not worth to understand. my voice dies away and nobody ever hears my cry. the fear of getting perished of yourself is my constant companion.
it poisons me from the inside of my rotten point, but nobody ever hears my cry...

• Punk
• crust
• dark hardcore
• dbeat
• Cologne