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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.
