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Jun 2016
Scream into the darkness
Without a sound
Weakling
Powerless miscreant

Buried by ash
And trampled by a thousand footsteps
A thunderous roar rips through the night
My desire to reconnect is devoured
By my craving for...

Subterranean hedonism

Exhausted from the surface
I burrow into fantasies of sunken darkness
I have tried to blend into the world
But people continue to dissapoint me

Bones ground to ash and thrown to the wind
My last burials rites
I had hoped it wouldn't come to this
But there is no hope...there is only me
These are lyrics for a song I wrote back in late 2012, early 2013. I'm not sure why, but they've always stood out to me as being some of my favourite.
Max Southwood
Written by
Max Southwood  Oslo, Norway
(Oslo, Norway)   
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