honesty

slowly stagnating the smell is sour and sickening, i ask myself why i ventilate these fumes. no worry the effects are pleasant and palatable to my refined sense of self-satisfaction. yet this is not the vision of perfection by any definition, pock marked with track marks and tourniquet wear embellish the already sorry state of existence. i bow before no man but time is no man it is the phantom in the shadows that slowly takes away the smiles and dreams that could never be fulfilled. it is the executioner of a silent man in a silent daze from a sickening ritual and its sickening high.

Do Not Resuscitate

I'm breathing barely breaking this oxygen down. In my final breaths I whisper without solace "The love I felt is no more, and the life we share was shattered from the beginning. Forgive me."

Listen to this band:
Do Not Resuscitate (aussie power violence)

progress

not fucking up. life is kind of tolerable for once.

Colony - Demo (2009)