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3:15am.
I wake up to a loud roar, something between a lion and the riots of war,
into the sea while I gaze from the beach, making eye contact with the storm.
Watching lightning strike like a sword, something calls me out to the core,
I paddle out on a boat, ready to roam the depths till this mystery takes form.
Waves crashing as I move forward, the clouds darken the closer I get to the source,
dedicated to staying on course, even if I have to swim, abandoned by warmth.
The roar becomes clearer now, more like a voice welcoming me from the clouds,
or maybe it's under the surface, I'm not certain, I'm too focused on the sound.
I should probably have some doubts but I'm convinced there's answers to be found,
though maybe if I drowned, whatever it is would simply swallow my corpse anyhow.
"Closer, Johnny... you're almost there," part of me is scared, the other's proud,
"I choose you to help me out." The voice, poised firmly on my conscious ground.
That's when it draws into my sight, a glow underneath the ocean's might,
maybe it's a sunken ship or a submarine, or a deity waiting to devour my mind.
I hope it doesn't bite, whatever it is, questions start flooding but I've no time,
a shadow emerges from the light, the size of a skyscraper, hidden in the night.
I stare into it's eyes, orange with red like blood spiraling around the drain,
there's a tense sense against my brain, forcing me to give control without trade.
Am I going insane? Or have I been a puppet since evading the womb on my birth-day?
I can feel the tentacles wrapping around my frame, but I don't feel any pain,
and suddenly, everything has changed, and I'm swimming through the rain...
oh, sorry, that was a wave -- I'm a fish, or a squid, I can't quite tell either way.
What I DO know, is I survive in the water, freed or enslaved by the monster,
it's all a matter of perspective, but I've accepted the friendship of a blue lobster.
I have dreams whenever I sleep about the night I escaped my human shell,
vague glimpses of images, like of a man standing in front of Cthulu's spell.
Maybe it was me but I can't seem to remember the personal connection,
I'm just thankful to him for saving me from my schizophrenic depression.
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