Odd it is what happens to the relentless passage of time when one finds themselves in a place where time stops being a line and instead becomes a circle, the clock gnawing at its own masticated withered and pitiful tail. Perhaps if it chews long enough the whole fucking thing will just disappear, though I doubt it. Too easy an end. To easy the slide into finality. There can be no end here, there mustn’t be. Time is what I have and time is what I need but I now find myself in that darkest of circles, and time has lost meaning.
I dare not go in the house where they defiled my woman, if these ghost hands could bare fire I would see it and the memory burned. I dare not look upon my flock, no doubt slaughtered without dignity by men with fouled hearts and hungry eyes. I dare not leave, but I know not where to go. And so I stare down at the one thing my spirit can stomach, if for no other reason than a simple man’s masochism and desire. Broken is how they left me. I’ll never know if they knew I was still alive and absurdly I pray for the sake of their black souls that they hadn’t. Three days I lay, unable to move, unable to eat, unable to drink, unable to shield myself from three cold nights, and finally, in the predawn hours of a fourth day staring into leaden sky, unable to fend off the hungry creatures that venture out at night. It would have been a relief, if not for the horror of it all.
Now I am here, gazing down upon myself, an old and mistreated vessel left to eventually be consumed by the earth underneath, my bones someday resembling the charred skeleton that once was the barn where my animals were bedded… And I cannot look away. I mustn’t look away. Odd the passage of time when it is gone, and odd the creature that stands before me, and as it spoke the words they slithered from between its lips like smoke from a dying fire.
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from Forever But Never Named,
released December 8, 2021
Music by K. Emmons. Lyrics by M. Schrift.
An ambitious, yet tightly executed, death metal debut that trades in crushing riffs, funereal effects, and even the odd Shakespeare quote. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 25, 2023