Gripped
In the white light of fever
The crawling
Sentiment
Ever
Coming
Unto nothing
A creeping certainty
Behind the eyes
To trace the threads
To pull the strings
Each twitch —
A desperate sense
What has been
What yet could be
To thrust itself
In mind’s light
The warmth
That brilliant fading form
Held and lost
All at once
Hallucination
Crashes
Then drags back out
In waves and torrents
Her chalice:
Overflowing
Let the it’s brine crest
To meet the lips
May its bitter taste linger sweet on the lips
In the vomit of seizure
What a mercy to forget
What grace to be forgotten
Maiden Oblivion
Damn my memory
To dust and worm
Maiden oblivion
Blackened hardcore with the sheer heady power of stadium crust and the glacial melodies of second-wave black metal. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 10, 2023