The leaves have this curl to them;
Racing past, golden hues like wisps of a horse tail not yet fenced in.
No more stiffening of this black substance.
This is more beautiful than pleasure I read.
One by one they fall, taking the last year with them.
Away from me.
Candy apple red; I want my lips to match.
But I can only see the glow around me,
Shedding its skin.
And full like everything else,
It helps me molt then retreat.
I’m so fucking sick of being humyn.
never been a big death metal fan but this is actually super accessible for the genre, has fun concepts, and personally i'm always a fan of albums with short tracklists and huge runtimes (for individual songs) Great time, good jumping on point for newbies too. alienasu