Something came back with me
from amber planes
a longing presence
buried within
In feverish nights
when my mind fades
its infinite slumber
has an end
Wounds – red circles on my skin
Eyes – blinded by rags, covering my limbs
Itches – driving me insane
Fear – of the things to come
of the things to come
The wounds break and the flesh desintegrates
dead eyes are opening on the surface
I see myself through them
My perception bends in grotesque ways
waves of disgust pour all over me
in this twisted reality
The portal has opened
it’s in the inside
I am an observer in my own body
I looked over the edge of the subconscious
and saw the lights of Dis
I am a prisoner of my own body
entombed in flesh and bones
deep down from the inside
a monolith is rising