Fathom Infinite Depth - Archspire

There is a pit I may have dug within one single frozen moment

In it lurks a haunting endless multitude of vile incarnate

We now are linked, I have become it’s counter-part

Its mindless pawn

Relentlessly racing encircling curse

Blistering, this unrelenting becoming to excavate

The rancid soil that lay upon the artifact

Why is my hand gone?

Constant begging, Pleading, Screaming

I attempt to reason with the recess

Fusing with the elder’s vision, to see as it sees

Does it hear me?

For I now hear it

This pit the past, and I the present

Deep behind my eyes we merge as one

This tunnel is the retina of the Ancients eye

Spewing forth from it’s dark chasm

The entangled, deranged, Constant vile constructs of the onyx

What lay beneath my eyes, exhumed from evermore

Our minds unable to measure

How minute yet immense the grasp of this vacuous gash

Excavating the pits innards

Bore an object that of which I craved possession

Slime, Reflective

I reach down to grab it, It eats my hand

Leaves my limb dripping

A taste of what awaits

I will take it to my casket, this incessant mesh of madness

My son and wife, and hand, and mind have left me

Incineration of my sanity leading me closer to death

Yet I must illuminate its fathomless depth

Emanating forces from this unearthly twisted retinal orifice

Drag me down at night to reveal

The awful dwellings of it’s depths below

Crepuscular visions of vastness haunting me

Trapping me.

Taunting me.

Draining me

Slithering liquid breathing

Black ooze leaking from my wounded limb

Insatiable, it’s gluttony to be fed

I want to wake up

I awake to find I’m staring

Oblivious into the pit that I have dug

Revolted yet I cannot turn away

Man’s attempt to fathom the infinite depth, lurking within finite matter

Man can’t fathom

Fuelling my crippling phobia of infinity

Consuming all within it’s potent grasp

After tasting my hand it demands more and more flesh

It sucks in stray birds from the withered grey sky

In fever I erode my fears.

Digging ever deeper still

As past, present and future collide

What remained of my mind is now crawling away

With the one hand that I have left

I wield the shovel that digs beyond earth

Through the dirt.

Through my eyes

Through the worms.

Through the world

As it stares deep into me, I respond with equal enquiry

Demented sycophantic liquid doppelgangers

Leak out to our surface

In search of life to feed into the gape

Taking over the world we know, as I join the world below

Merging with the spiralling retina of the mind’s eye

Altered, I face all my hells

Inside this pit I can’t crawl out

Man’s attempt to fathom the infinite depth, lurking within finite matter

Past the timeless tunnel awaits

Life in mass-less hyper state

Wake!