sunshine
has blinded me with its razors
I feel empty
and forever unfillable
it's mine
the sorrow that pushes me to the ground
and silently
the time of forgetting will come
I was searching
for the dark, where I could hide, so long
but the light's found me
in the form, in that none should see me
alone and sad
without mind armour, that should cover
the entering gate
to my soul, that was searched by me for hours
and now it's attacked
destroyed by sun
destroyed by sound
destroyed by feelings
destroyed by me
destroyed by you
destroyed by human beings
You can't beat the real thing. Weirdly Melodic Death thrash from back in the day, when Death Metal wasn't subdivided and splintered into a hundred subgenres and all that mattered was brutality. funkhundd