a pen that bleeds
ink on pale sheets
which morphs to shapes
and gradient fields
into a notebook
I bound in black
embossed with names
of my once summoned saints
but the ones in need
the ones we need
are always coming back
a golden shield
shines and reflects
but wasn't built
to parry all hits
to protect
a vulnerable spirit
in a fragile shell
or a thought in your head
you've never meant to tell
I feel haunted
and I blame everyone around
when I should blame myself instead
for a thousand reasons
which I can find written down in a book I wrote myself
And when I cross the last border
(from the once in need)
and burn this last meaningful bridge
(from the once we need)
I will finish the last chapter
(and they will never ever come back again)
and reach the final page of this manuscript
then I will just close this book...
carve my name in it's spine and dare one last look
and for the memories
of my futures' past
there's this shelf; high enough
for my regrets to rest
this is the best crust album ive ever listened to. the emotion in the lyrics mixed with the incredible instrumentals captivates me every time it plays, its a travesty this band isnt better known N0VA