Beyond the Screaming Arch

Just one slip into unconsciousness,

Beyond a screaming doorway drowned in ocean water,

Razor sharp thorns pierce the skin and shed the blood.

A black blood drifts from wounds like storm clouds in salt water,

Serpent-like tentacles grip, tug and constrict,

Dragging the world down into the darkest shadows of sleep,

Into the realm of desolation and despair,

Doom absolute, engulfed by the blue green deep,

Here we sleep, floating, lifeless, and motionless,

Struggle is over, everything here is silent, cold, and still.

The stars overhead continue to shine upon that false calm surface.