Death of Poetic Creativity
It's been a week now.
I feel my creativity slipping away.
Dragged into the sea.
Molested by Deep Ones.
THE HORROR!!
It's been a week now.
I feel my creativity slipping away.
Dragged into the sea.
Molested by Deep Ones.
THE HORROR!!
Ah to be at home
curled round a book
my sanity melting away
in some morbid tableau of horror.
This is what October is all about.
I am the bane to all sane thinking men.
Who ponder my mad ramblings.
Oh Abdul!
Oh Alhazred.
You are pale in my presence.
