emo rock punk Midwest revival

Woo hoo

h3nryz s0ngz

Spider fetus

ache

MIDDLE OF THE END (HOW DOES IT FEEL)

Funeral Diner - It Is Good That We Never Met

Everything by From Maggy to Margaret

Song In A by Julia

Sunrise, And The Day To Come by Burned Out Bright

Circle Takes The Square - Decompositions - Volume Number One - 04 The Ancestral Other Side

i am the sun 
and i am the moon 
and i am every star in the sky 
and i am everything 
and anything 
inside and out 
but i can’t feel it 
potential i’ll never touch 
and my dreams will stay as dreams 
an endless reach 
empty red painted walls 
pictures torn 
boxes tucked far away 
an emptiness in my chest 

and back then you were so cool 

i faded to black and i never came back 
that part of me i’ll never get back 
when can i catch my breath? 

we can hide in your closet 
and you wont ever touch my hand 

we. can. hide. in your. closet. 
and you. can’t. ever. touch. my hand

Sowithout. - Brimstonehell;me

Gaslighting Isnt Real Youre Just Crazy - Roman Candle

Sounds Like Their Pain

Social Obsession

A Shout to See

knumears - wish i was

Fell For It

trash demo 101

i. Enter By The Narrow Gates 

"All Hope Abandon Ye Who Enter Here." 
-Dante, The Inferno 

Bring forth the Light, 
To raze colonies 
In a single cleansing breath. 
Don't sleep, my queen; 
The sun rises one less time 
Than it will set. 
Now overhead, the stars 
That guided our forebears 
Have turned to dust. 
And underfoot, the churning 
Framework of this earth 
Succumbs to rust. 

Bring forth the Light. 

These dreams of Thunder displace, 
Dismantled spirit's burnt bare- 
Sylphs in the shards resounding, 
"Open to the Field!" 
Depatterned, floating in Grace, 
Mapping the fragments... 
"For to awaken and reassemble, 
Enter by the narrow gates." 

All has been inscribed 
In the footnotes of time, 
From the rising dead 
To the falling rains; 
From these proving grounds 
To the burial mounds 
Of fallen satellites' 
Skeletal remains. 

From a timeworn note's 
Subtle feeling-tone, 
To the coiled scales 
In this mistaken mode. 
Felt the birch bark walls 
Of the temple shake, 
When those who from heaven, 
To this earth came. 

From Eleusia 
To the Killing Fields; 
From the Promised Land 
To the coming plague; 
From the trenches of 
Every whispered war, 
To the future wreckage 
Of the Large Array. 

For the gate is wide, 
And the way is broad, 
That delivered me 
(Insufferable in-between) 
From the fleeting dawn 
To this endless night, 
In the labyrinth 
Of the Iron Kings. 

Now my footsteps take precedence as the traffic sounds fade, 
And this city's lungs have purged their last breath. 
I'm held captive at the curb before the World's End Lane, 
Where I pledge my self to uncertainty. 
From this shattered breaking point each new step must be 
Nothing short of the saddest act of sorcery. 
In search of that fleeting adversity, 
O, merciless emptiness, that used to possess me... 

So farewell Persephone, at rest on the altar, 
Who dared to merge stone with the skies. 
What curses of men guard the bridges you built, dear? 
What doorways, what star-gates have you left behind? 
So I'm following stardust, what's left of the twilight, 
To get to that last jagged line. 
To the edge of the earth by the age of rebirth. 
I'll dissolve, end this realm, and reclaim what is mine. 

Take in the knitting air, 
Part with the cleansing breath, 
Destiny turns the soils in which we manifest. 
Suffer the burning coals, 
Yield to the spiral tides, 
Peer into the darkness, that all may be defined. 

(swing wide the narrow gates)

Funeral Diner - It Is Good That We Never Met

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