BLEAK from BLEAK by The Green Leaves

The light at the end is a lie.
If my heart failed to beat and my blood refused to
pump through my veins as I lay down to sleep, what
would have been the reason for it in the first place?
The blood, or the beating?
Something follows me everywhere that I go
Something so hideous that it envelops everything
around me and contorts my perception into a dreary,
melancholic display.
Something that's just waiting for me to reach
the bottom.
And I'm almost there.
I should have known from the beginning.
I've been known to taunt the reaper, digging a hole
deeper every day, and prompting him to throw
the dirt to cover me.
Smothering, suffocating above ground, so BLEAK.

• Metal
• ambient
• death metal
• slam
• slambient
• Fort Wayne