(April 2, 2016 at 12:11 am)Losty Wrote: Being Devoured by Cthulhu
A poem by Crookshank
AAAAAAAAAAARG!!!! Oh no.. OOOOH no..nooo...
Get off me.. Nooooo!!!! Help...HELP
My foot.. my foot.. AAAAAARGH.,. .YOU ****.. YOU ****
YOU'RE EATING MY **** FOOT.. NO NO NO
How I ended up this way be a story I don't have time to tell
Since I am currently being devoured mercilessly by the deep one
I have been chosen as his meal.. I am of course honoured but...
AAAAAAAAARGH!!! SOMEBODY SAVE ME
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.. OH JESUS CHRIST
MY WHOLE LEG IS GONE.. i CAN HEAR HIM CRUNCHING ON MY TIBEA
FOR THE LOVE OF HUMANITY.. AAAARGH AAAARGH...
AAAARGH MY OTHER LEG.. NO NO NO.. (HORRIFIC SCREAMING)
No.. no.. I'm legless.. he's eaten both my legs..
Oh that crunching sound.. I can see my foot sticking out of his mouth
And here comes his mouth again filled with my blood
Who would have thought I had so much ?
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH.. half of my torso is gone
I can't see.. everything is going black
All I can hear is the crunching and munching and slobbering
Of this huge beast.. my life is draining from me
As my blood reddens the sea....
With the next bite my left arm and part of my upper torso are eaten
I no longer have the energy to scream
I am now unable to feel .....
http://allpoetry.com/poem/9442561-Being-...Crookshank
A poem? Really? That's funny because you posted this 13 minutes ago and 7 minutes ago I wrote this:
I used to go to sleep with my mother's voice in my ears.
I used to go to sleep imagining myself embracing an unknown face.
Now I go to sleep with a face like my mother's.
Now I go to sleep.
It's not much, not even good, but it is ironic how sometimes Fate beckons the intersection of two paths....
He who loves God cannot endeavour that God should love him in return - Baruch Spinoza
