nemezote

Maybe Lovecraft was right, As laying awake I shiver, The invisible beastly faces, That leer, unknowable, in the night. He who said that the greatest sensation Was that screaming terror that surrounds Humans in the coal-black places As they know they have no control over creation. And while the good lie asleep in bed, The sorcerers who were hidden escape, Praising Gods beyond the soul’s capability, To understand, as to be saved is to be lead. While those who froth in madness scream, Of things that were beyond their understanding, Their dead eyes glaring back the reflections of eternity And they know that nothing is as it sh