"Daddy, help me.

Daddy, where are you?"



Inconceivable claws wrenching at the gates of time

Torrential incandescence of the atomic wellspring

Churning in its infinity amongst mindless dancers

Lurching to the twitching cadence of discordant flutes

This is chaotic abhorrence, mercurially envisioned horror

The incoherent howling in the untamed void

Of a malformed child stretching its emaciated limbs

Amidst the unbearable pounding and the stench of vile smoke



...Skin-graft ugliness...

...Implacable gaze...

...Towering disdain...

...Insectile grimace...

...Talons stretched...

...Muscles taught...

...Burning scars...

...Waiting to be born...



Cruel, haggard eyes locked in incurable amusement

Contorted grin on the face of inhumanity

Stirring the convulsions of its puppets

Stapled down and force fed misanthropy

Cavorting primitive playthings

Bastardised on the ruins of a wasted heaven

Eagerly devouring our own minds

Mouth and eyes sewn up but still we shriek and stare



In the alleys that weave between (gulf-spanning) sky-thorns

Graffiti hung derelict towers (pinning down the earth)

Litter scuttles blindly away like fear-crazed insects

Crumbling city walls echo their terror (back at them)

In the filth stained underpass we wait

Dangling limply on chains, hung from another reality

Empty minds waiting to create pain

Waiting to be born



And dying you (?) (?)

Initiates to the belief that you are not immune to the earth

You know that you are not alone

You're own (?) (?) and (?)



Our whole world, everything we see as nice and normal, and sane, might be like a big leather bowl filled with air. Only in some places, the leather scuffed almost down to nothing, places where the barriers are thinner. Wouldn't it be a day if the rest of that leather between us and what's on the inside of that bowl just rubbed away?