Have YOU ever longed for a rib-crushing hug or a weighted blanket?!?1?!! Are you or somebody you know drowning in debt?;? Are you in so deep nobody could see you if they TRIED??? Look no further, your Salvation! Is! Here!
The Buried sings for you. It. Scratches. Right into that center part of your brain that craves pressure! The nocturnal little THING in us all. The part of you that stands outside in rainstorms, barefoot and coatless and hoping for either a strike of luck or lightning is calling it. Your veins sing with the coffin. Your veins sing with adrenaline. Your. Veins. Sing. As dirt grates through them. It is slow. It is painful. It is heavy.
Your eyes, your mouth, there is no difference because it is all dark and it is all burning with cold, damp clay.
Choke. Too-Close-I-Cannot-Breathe. Forever Deep Below Creation, The Center, The BURIED it sings for you but can you HEAR it???
Not. Yet.
