Tennamis from Años by Adobe Homes

I curse my thoughts and the fear I create.
Stay under the chairs when the doctor came out to say my Grandmother was dead.
Sculpting clay when I was told my Father was in the Hospital.
Or the callous walk to the casket, where I couldn’t even shed a tear for my Uncle.
I had to get drunk to cry.
Why can’t I understand?
Look up at the sky, glare at the dark.
It’s as good as a graveyard when you think about it.
It’s night so can you see your family up there?
It’s not a movie but maybe it’s the only comfort when you’re this scared of dying.
The lights go out and then what?
Is it infinite?

• Punk
• emotional
• hardcore
• screamo
• Albuquerque