Motionless Self from Psychedelic Noir by WOM

Wandering on the path of every novel beginning,
I found myself motionless, again and again.

Airs of seasonal strange, as my mind is stolen,
For the once ignited desires - resting frozen.

Inner self, wherein landscapes are failing
Winter's poem, written with a poison pen.


An imminent blow, of the inner winds,
Amidst the warmth, of a wounded tree,
A soulless symphony of all ghastly sounds,
In its serenity, to be howled an agony.

An imminent scream from the endless-to reach bottom
Deafened the gloomy skies, in their grey to be hold
A dirge for the paralysed, (and) unseen fate's fallen
Behind the always-broken wings of a motionless self.

• Black metal
• Metal
• Cyprus