Seasons of Suffocation
by The Year Of Our Lord· from The Frozen Divide
Sleeping, tearing, these scars were never meant to heal. Plunging back and forth, I’d rather watched this all burn down. Forged in flesh, read like a book on how to hate, and hate. We kill from the inside out in seasons of suffocation. Calvary of consequence aligned by a sacred vow. Live today and die for denial, we kill from the inside out. Or monospaced lives and algorithmic suffering leave us crawling onward to a place where names and lives are lost. These bodies left to hand in the stench of millions more. Forward we march in to suffocation. In seasons of suffocation, we kill from the inside out.