A faint inhale blares in and around me
I drift outwards to a calm home where my recollections dissipate
The ground swells and soaks as I sink
The ambient trill of solitude breaks me
[no god to taste my tears / no go to hear my screaming prayers]
[or see what i see with closed eyes]
(broken with negligence)
(There’s no crutch waiting for me)
Materialistic debris clutters and fades, but the memory of you stays
I scream a whisper of plea, praying for my illness to flee
Eyes open wide to an empty room.
Your name is but a distant lullaby.
[ Our heart ]
The tempo decreases
[still beating]
decreases.
Grind project Regional Justice Center follows an acclaimed debut with another furious blastbeat-driven missive against the US prison system. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 16, 2021