Autumn from Displaced by hatteras

Mint, cologne, and stale cigarette smoke all leave traces of a place that lately doesn't feel like home. And I know despite my best attempts, I can't choose to ignore that September never felt so cold in any year before. If I give this a name, it makes it all more real. If I open up my heart and find I don't have a soul, will it inspire me to search? Or will it swallow me whole? Will my anxiety define me for the rest of my life? Or will self pity be the drug that I consume to survive? If I'm still breathing, does that mean that I am really alive? This empty shell is just a vessel, barely carrying life.

• Punk
• emo
• emotional hardcore
• melodic hardcore
• screamo
• skramz
• Sacramento