What is left of me?
Staring through the void
Observing across dimensions
The truest self; the pinnacle
It lies waiting ever within reach
From afar, I hear you clear as day
your voice echoes through me
I can feel you wonder
It reaches through eternity
Whispers on the surface
Vagaries appearing so anomalous
What is left of us between this interstice?
Vicariously one; seen through another
Perceptions indistinguishable
Blurred lines as I'm left to contemplate
A life so lost in time
Oh god, what have we done?
Now tell me,
what the fuck do we have left to fight for?
It all seems for naught
Breathe in each lamentation
So remiss is your escape
This place in time; so nebulous
The shame is mine to bear forever :(
The excellent French metal band Epectase return with another brain-bender, offering an almost proggy take on black metal fury. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 21, 2022