this stain on the wall is a picture of my soul so dirty and ashamed neither free nor tamed carving my beliefs into stone burying my own existence never ascending to the throne forever far in the distance falling deeper and deeper into the realms of slumber abandoning this filthy abyss turning my dreams into glorious bliss sleep all night and day trying to dream the dream again another beast to keep at bay another move to rid the pain though reality makes its way my feet made of clay my body so painful i have been such a fool eyelids heavy like lead mysterious consciousness between the living and the dead transcending my acuteness
['doom metal', 'funeral doom', 'gothic doom']