Weathering the Blight

You sat alone

You sat so long

Your words make very private scars

You suffered down low

And you saw no light

Made knots of your fingers

While weathering the blight

More from Loss [US]

Deprived of the Void

Open Veins to a Curtain Closed

Cut-Up, Depressed and Alone

An Ill Body Seats My Sinking Sight

Conceptual Funeralism Unto the Final Act (of Being

Silent and Completely Overcome

The Irreparable Act

The Fog (Goatlord cover)

Coffin Nails (Intromancy)