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In my dreams, sinking into cold depths
Dragged downwards the bottomless by the oppressive weight of water
Through this languid hour of ever yawning abyss
I journey the expanse of R'lyeh

The listless chant, crippling my thoughts
Calling from below, echoing in the
Cyclopean Halls of green-veined stone

I howl my pain
dirge of agony
Throes strained sense
awareness
Aque rides my body on
down a beaten path
Days spill into one
Bleary hours melt

Like a bliss of malaise this tainted air compels me
The unwrit hours pass again unheeded

Stillness, like a cold vengeance, no life shifts...
Grey ghost painted to the halls of ennui
Falling dust weaves bleary torpid scenes through a bleak day
In this drifting miasma sore eyes staring through the weary schemes of death

I transcend all mundane exceeding contemplation
weaving apathy to my need
Its aspects concealed in vague reptilian shapes
adepts in oblique passing without meaning

We are saturrated of cold intent
and the air feels dead
so no-one breathes

Obscured by falling moon ghoul-haunted black catacombs prowl in ashen deserts
As the sands stir uneasy with the cold of abysmal winds
Howling from nether-gulfs and from the onyx monuments of subterranean unholy caverns

Nighted winds of prehuman times still burdened with eerie voices of antediluvian aeons
Horrid ululations, echoes of precambrian dawn

Discordant keening without meaning or rhyme

I dream for the equable hour
and the dream became a river
a stream of running lead
I felt its timeless flow
and its ageless strain
to burden me I sat on the grey banks
and I watched passing of waves

Bleak solar glow blind eye of the sun
Abandoned in the sky seeking to pass the withering earth
Lost in its are as the horizons bend in inverse motion

And the dying earth groans stretching in war-torn shape
Strange images trailed in the dust

Oceans are a mire growing with ancient stones