Here I stand while my shame
Runs like ice down my spine
Like the high mountain river in summer
Cold pain so divine
There’s not such a thing as an ending
There’s always the sun
There’s no going back to the start
Once the damned thing is done
And I want this place
To act as a grave
For the wrath and the vengeance I sought
The rage and the pain
The blood on my face
The stains from the things I was taught
There’s no rapture that comes from forgiveness
Or the bottomless well that is greed
All that is green starts in darkness
And your silence has planted the seed
The embers have fallen to ash
And the light has grown dim
Was it proof you could outdo your mother
With chances that slim
I’ve seen and can see you
I know now how you came to be
Three decades of aching desire
All passed on to me
Out of cedar and pine
I’ll craft in my mind
A pyre to burn all your guilt
For the things that you’ve done
For the force I’ve become
The crumbling tower we built
No good can come from retribution
Or from ending my judgements with blame
There’s fire where I’d thought myself heartless
And your silence rekindled the flames
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Cartoon Network will always be my favorite for the pure trauma venting, but Music... Music makes me cry every time I listen. I want to say both are my favorite, but Bandcamp sucks ass lol danijayy