Full of Hell
Bez Bólu
Languished sentinel will stand waiting
If it pleases thee, it will beget me
Unbecoming
Free yourself from this bent vault or die in prison

Needles bow and hammers twist
On splintered boards and broken fists

Let pain in
Let it guide
Let pain win
Let it decide

Cuticles rupture as hands pull forward to hold that which you've never known