The finger seeps from the clouds,
caressing the corners of his mind.
His eyes widen at the horror.
Pulse fast, hands cold.
Decision final.
Go again.

Hungry are the hands that claw out the brain,
In a fit of absent envy for the thrill of yesterday,
Slickened in blood and wine as it congeals around the mouth,
It pours into the toilet, a buffet consumed, destroyed.

Crust around the edges
Of a molten black blancmange.
Sealing in the flavour.
A magnificent masterpiece.

He pushes at his straight lines,
It's heaven in there,
Whole and pure and white,
It's wholesome.
It's tingling and tantalising.
Add one can for flavour.
My god just let me sleep.
Forever.

Under a veil of terror,
It wipes its lips,
It's kiss a kindness,
A nightmare for small children.

How deep.
Does.
The Satan Pit.
Go.

We're still alive, just,
Where do we go from here?
Above the water the salvo in my lungs.
Still alive.
Still thought's in my mind
Still poison through my veins.
Still shallow breathing,
Still shallow heartbeat.
Where do we go from here?
Drowning in the blood pool,
Explosions fill my mind.
Tendrils tell of warning signs
Can we hold them all,
Cuddling soothsaying doom.
Lets live and let go.