I swallowed one even though I knew I shouldn't, but the allure of the numb carelessness it would soon bring enticed me to break my own trust. So I wandered in a haze beneath the partly cloudy sun and entered the threshold between the living and the dead, their cold tombstones a promise of what was to come. Of the peace the battle-worn crave.
Graveyard dirt caked my hands as I breathed in the stale earth. It smelled like home, and my soul craved to go home. It wasn't here or there, or anywhere other than the suffocating embrace the dirt would bring.
The dirt blocks out the sun and fills my lungs, and my eyes flutter with debris. The world is so far above now, and it's so cold down here. I can no longer breathe. All that exists now is silence, the chill, and the smell of stale dirt packed around me like a blanket of comfort.
I am finally home. It is time to rest. Sleep — just sleep for now. The rest is but a dream.
I've meditated to this. It's a taste of a post apocalyptic world on the edge of the void & nothing is around but desert for miles, a forever dimmed sun, & a lone cathedral with cosmic horrors inside. Shane Blackheart
The Twelve Temples transports me somewhere else, and it's a nostalgic unreality I've never visited, but yearn for all the same. Quest Master became an instant favorite with this one. Shane Blackheart
This album haunted me for months and still does to this day. Bleak, hopeless, and grim, this album inspired some of my best horror writing. Don't dare listen alone in the dark. Shane Blackheart
Poet Douglas Kearney and composer/producer/drummer Val Jeanty link up for a a compelling LP that feels like the written word come to life. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2021