Shade

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Dragging every fucking chain, cold and fucking pointless, 'til my hands bleed a trail. Until I beat my knuckles bare. I want nothing, I feel nothing. Only constant disappointment and a step that's hard and cruel. I want shelter, I want shade.

Every breath is like pushing anvils from my chest.

Sleeping with an anxious tremor. It holds me and it speaks for me. Pain is all I have in life. Take your shelter, find your shade underneath the reaper's hood.

I want nothing. Life is the enemy.

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from Hatred Swarm, released September 9, 2016

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