The creeping hands, that after dark;
Grope my hair; caress my skin.
Whispered names, that leave their mark;
Upon my flesh: scored, pale and thin.
I can't explain these things I feel;
My God! I hear and now I see!
A glimpse of shadows underneath;
Alive like death, if death could breathe.
I think, now;
It's inside of me;
Directing mind; directing me;
Jesus Christ! This handless thing!
What curse is this, that I did bring?
My God!
My God!
What's happening?

It wasn't me.
It isn't me.

No, it's you!

It cannot be.

Ha ha ha
He he he weeee

Come with us

I want to ... what?

You did this

... who? I did not!

Come with me
I will not go.
Leave this life
I will not, no!

Look up!
NO! LET ME BE!
LOOK UP!
No! Leave me, please.
LOOK UP!
... no
LOOK UP, AND SEE!
...
...
...
It's
Me



Poem by (original to be found and commented on [link])
Many thanks Musket


I felt the painting in this piece [link] 'Following Shadows' was a bit threadbare and lacking in proper composition. So I incorporated the image in a brief moment of lucidity, during which I found some really nice stock to play with.


Painting: [link]
Stairs and frogwoman cultist of Cthulhu @
Asylum background and girl @
Picture frame @
Textures by Tentacles @ *Dracoart-Stock

Artist @ Background @
Rats @ Skull @
Palette @ texture @

Many thanks to all zee above ^^