Brood

In damp beds I lie, tremulously dreaming

Sheets of finest cloth

Thoughts of the abyssal gods steaming

Madness brewing broth

Sweat it dribbles on the wood

Tentacles arise

Demon, I beg don’t lay your brood

In front of mortal eyes

Chittering maws, throughout they swept

Clatter on the panel

I pleaded, praying until I wept

Sobbing, sanity felled

Fetal man, I grab my knees

Trembling in the darkness

Avoiding the beast’s cupidity

I wrap my soul in stark grit

No balm or ether soothes my spirit

Eye to eye with madness

The doctor claims I should not fear it

Never knowing the God pit

Solitude in a sea of horrors

Sin and sacrifice extolled

Tremulous leaning in to corners

Dragged whimperingly into a beast’s black hole