From the depths

From the depths

By jfarrell


In my dreams, the oceans sing to me;

Their words carried by the wind,

And blown into mist,

As I wake.


Walking around;

Always feeling I’m missing something;

I forgot something; that cringe in the back of my neck;

Something follows me.


The statues; the art; the idols;

The pornographic images of pain and suffering;

The fresh blood I kneel in;

The knife in my hand.


Cthulhul envelopes me and comforts me;

And in her embrace, I know They love me;

Are grateful for my sacrifice.

And I know I must continue.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

i just had to write something inspired by lovecraft, i can feel the hannibal lector tearing to get out :-)

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