In ambient wonder, I meander and wander
On a plane of glass spreading far and pass.
I know not where, what, or why,
But only I’m here, that or I’ve died.
‘Twas dreams, no, reality! So real it all seems,
Before me had unfurled our pure and pristine world.
But here I am, ignorant and blind,
Mired in solitude, my spirit confined.
But wait, what’s this? Someone else, oh the bliss!
That I am not alone, a miracle has shone!
For all my journey has just come to an end,
There’s light before me, the world will amend!
I approached the other as my hopes gather.
“Dear stranger most kind, would you chance be my friend?”
What sweet smile she had, suddenly turned so sour.
But what wrongs have I done at such early hour?
Beneath my feet the grounds tremble and beat,
In a sudden flash, the world seemed to crash.
The glass surface shatters –revealing the abyss.
And into that darkness –death, I reminisce.
Through the cosmic portal, the scourge thrust immortal
On that tentacle rack, and stretched torturously back,
The grotesque distortion of that female figure!
Helpless as I am, it pries me into the air
And stabs me in the back as I said my last prayer.
And there I was slain, yet little I felt pain,
Only a numb cold feeling of the horror revealing.
I am still alive –a part of me died,
My wound has healed –a scar left inside.
‘Twas the agony of after, which I gravely consider
The most painful reminder of this death to disorder.
I love that creature...
I wish I knew where the pieces that connect its carms to the rest of its body came from!
I would make one of those things just for the fun of making crazy and bloody scenes with it....
I can only imagine it in real life...