
The night is long
My will is strong
The night is cold
But I grow old.
The night is dark,
My mind is stark.
The night is done.
I am gone.
I'll keep this brief. This is a very personal skip for me, and I hope you guys enjoy.
This skip was intended to voice a problem I had. The inability to properly voice how I felt about certain people's passings, and how i wish it could've gone. Each log here is crafted to attempt to be as close to a family member as possible.
Music has been something to always make me feel things, and the idea of music that could open a grieving person's shell made me wish I had something like it in my life.
Thanks to Kreiner, Rura, UncannyClown, Brew, FloppyPhoenix, KnightAlaska, Nico, and Laneous for lookin at it.