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Estranged surroundings

Their color drawn out of space

What desires does

Cthulhu have for me?

Scratching against the walls

Of my reality

Are the rats that speak

There is no hope for me

Patterns inked

Of insects and gods

The present erased

My world laid to waste

By rats in the walls

Whispers of madness

Creep deep thoughts of Dagon

Into my conscious

I see only monsters

Now left abandoned

Stuck wailing in the storm

The dreamscape I fathom

Darkness given form

The present erased

My world laid to waste

By rats in the walls

By rats in the walls

Somnambulist

Or murderous slave?

Body and mind, sundered, untwined

Vacating possession to Azathoth's kind

Nyarlatotep's pet

Unable to comprehend

My motions, my actions, my putrefaction

All void of my intent

Patterns inked

Of insects and gods

The present erased

My world laid to waste

By rats in the walls

Patterns inked

Of insects and gods

The present erased

My world laid to waste

By rats in the walls