Testo The Basement Years - Abysmal Growls Of Despair

The Basement Years

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