| There is a pit I may have dug within one single frozen moment
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| In it lurks a haunting endless multitude of vile incarnate
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| We now are linked, I have become it’s counter-part
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| Its mindless pawn
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| Relentlessly racing encircling curse
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| Blistering, this unrelenting becoming to excavate
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| The rancid soil that lay upon the artifact
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| Why is my hand gone?
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| Constant begging, Pleading, Screaming
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| I attempt to reason with the recess
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| Fusing with the elder’s vision, to see as it sees
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| Does it hear me? |
| For I now hear it
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| This pit the past, and I the present
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| Deep behind my eyes we merge as one
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| This tunnel is the retina of the Ancients eye
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| Spewing forth from it’s dark chasm
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| The entangled, deranged, Constant vile constructs of the onyx
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| What lay beneath my eyes, exhumed from evermore
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| Our minds unable to measure
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| How minute yet immense the grasp of this vacuous gash
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| Excavating the pits innards
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| Bore an object that of which I craved possession
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| Slime, Reflective
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| I reach down to grab it, It eats my hand
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| Leaves my limb dripping
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| A taste of what awaits
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| I will take it to my casket, this incessant mesh of madness
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| My son and wife, and hand, and mind have left me
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| Incineration of my sanity leading me closer to death
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| Yet I must illuminate its fathomless depth
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| Emanating forces from this unearthly twisted retinal orifice
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| Drag me down at night to reveal
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| The awful dwellings of it’s depths below
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| Crepuscular visions of vastness haunting me
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| Trapping me. |
| Taunting me. |
| Draining me
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| Slithering liquid breathing
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| Black ooze leaking from my wounded limb
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| Insatiable, it’s gluttony to be fed
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| I want to wake up
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| I awake to find I’m staring
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| Oblivious into the pit that I have dug
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| Revolted yet I cannot turn away
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| Man’s attempt to fathom the infinite depth, lurking within finite matter
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| Man can’t fathom
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| Fuelling my crippling phobia of infinity
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| Consuming all within it’s potent grasp
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| After tasting my hand it demands more and more flesh
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| It sucks in stray birds from the withered grey sky
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| In fever I erode my fears. |
| Digging ever deeper still
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| As past, present and future collide
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| What remained of my mind is now crawling away
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| With the one hand that I have left
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| I wield the shovel that digs beyond earth
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| Through the dirt. |
| Through my eyes
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| Through the worms. |
| Through the world
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| As it stares deep into me, I respond with equal enquiry
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| Demented sycophantic liquid doppelgangers
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| Leak out to our surface
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| In search of life to feed into the gape
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| Taking over the world we know, as I join the world below
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| Merging with the spiralling retina of the mind’s eye
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| Altered, I face all my hells
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| Inside this pit I can’t crawl out
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| Man’s attempt to fathom the infinite depth, lurking within finite matter
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| Past the timeless tunnel awaits
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| Life in mass-less hyper state
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| Wake! |