relinquishing memory
the toxic frown, expelled from images
your mind hunting the emptiness of forgotten dreams,while stuck in isolation
(self reflection)
reborn in isolation, the garden grows
this mental freedom unknown to most
the fear of solitude cripples us all
but to grow one must know;
themselves ,beyond this mental cell,
our humanity has fallen,beyond dispair.
building your own empire you have learned,
the years of suffering hardened your soul
slave to no one, i rose above
and learned the difference of coal and gold.
spew anhedonia from this weakened state of mind.
survived,
and erased the past,
discover who you are.
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I wasn’t into Burial in the Sky earlier, but after listening and buying immediately The Consumed Self I came to enjoy their previous materials. This band is a mix between Pink Floyd and King Crimson, but way heavier.
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