yog-sothoth 3 :
visitation

 

waiting in darkness
to slip into unbearable slumber
a breath of morning chills me
something calls out inside
without words, without voice
knocking at my ribcage

without ceremony it commences
in unspeakably intimate ways
guardian demon, damned angel
beyond the realm of flesh
some kind of sensation
still prevails

lifting me up and out
to somewhere exquisite
ascending the required notes
like a staircase, step by step
then crashing back like spent waves
til darkness overtakes me

i abandon all meaning
darkness and light become grey
the deepest sleep enshrouds my mind
only the sharp pleasure of memory
remains behind to remind me
of the visitation