Inspired from reading H.P Lovecraft's writings.
From childhood's hour, I have heard the voices
Beckoning from the old crypts, and the black ocean
Even twisting nightmares go on
But all I seem is but a madman!
Evidence I see is but gibberish to the rest
Arms tied behind my back strait
I lay along the padded wall
Ravening of the apocalypse
I hear it. I hear it. It shrieks.
I know the end is nigh
The monstrosity of elder
Cthulu is coming