Damage from Damage by Moss Eater

A shadow, haunts my door.
A memory, of a night that lingers.
like an old ghost.
It built distrust, and now I doubt those things I should love.

And now I doubt those things I should love.

These walls have dents that I made.
When I couldn’t cope.
The sadness turned to anger turned to blood.
Another long walk.

I lived in ruin, as the structures fell over me.
An abyss I sunk into.
The pressure killing me.

I’ve wrote, a thousand times how it felt.
But the silver lingers over me strong.
The scissors lost, somewhere forgotten.
I hope I never find them again.

Cause the burn never left, and these vices cling onto my skin.

• Death Metal
• Experimental
• Metal
• doom metal
• drone
• post-metal
• Reading