These trees, out here its only me and them. These leaves, they fall upon the ground and rot. Only finding the darkness beneath the clay. I'm forced to waste away and leave it all behind. The faces, they shriek and scream behind my withered skull. The roar, black and twisting into shapes. Cut them down like the rats that they are and savor their defeat. Deeper into the trees is where you'll find me. A violent birthing unfit for humanity. Purge me from the depths of my mind and drag me into the light, the golden light. If I end it now, I can finally sleep. I can hear their screams, but they're louder when I dream. The handle of the blade is gleaming now, the howling of the wind is rising now. I face it alone, and where I will go, below, the cracks of the earth, I belong. As low as I can go. The warmth of the blood, pours from my neck, into the golden Ray's of light, welcomed into death. Alone I lay, alone I will go, one last time into the unknown. Back into dust as all things go.
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Larry Wang 'singing', glorious slams and atmospherics ripped straight out of Aliens result in a should-not-be-missed slab of inhuman fury. poisonremedy