The Basement Years - Abysmal Growls Of Despair

There is nothing

And there is no one

And all maggot October

I lay on the dirt floor

Face down, asphyxiating

Amidst the dead earth’s ugliest creatures

Writhing in the atramentous ashes

Of what once was blood

With a funeral docility

I accepted my own burial

As it has been so black here, for so long

Aphotic visions fade to pure oblivion

We long to eat each other, them and I

Because there is no one

And there is nothing

And there is no solace

In this desolate, forsaken land

The agonies of salvation

Come and go, like the missing days

And nights, ever more painful than before

Tormented

By memories of light and dreams

Of the unattainable life outside

My desperate psyche finally

Caved in and devoured itself

And the ravenous worms entwined

Around my spine to haste the inevitable putrefication

To work their infernal alchemies