I really don't have much to say about "Eternal Vanity." It is but a despicable heavy metal record made by a dude who barely knows how to play the guitar. But, the "artistic expression" is an oxygen mask for my soul that has been breathless for quite a while now. In the record that is spread across 28 songs, fragments of the person I have become is distributed throughout. The poetry in the album, masked by the horrendous way it is delivered (screaming), deal with nihilism, intense suicidal ideation, solitude, isolation, self-harm, misanthropy, sickness, psychosis, addiction, depression, and the likes.
I think this is enough.