In The Tentacled Grasp Of A Buried Behemoth - Gigan

Startled within sleep
Body tingling
Beads of sweat like raindrops rushing down a window
Tormented
Ceaselessly the drums pound
Pulsing
Rhythmic patterns not of this world
Every idle moment
Whispers
Suggestions
Influences
Their origins unbeknownst
Unbeknownst to all
Interference
Unseen energies overpowering my psyche
Guiding my creativity
Painfully pushing into my mind
Standing in the center
Thoughts like a body of water
Its presence breaks her surface
Undulating ripples push through my currents
And the undertow pulls me away
Away from what is mine
Away from what was pure
Towards its ultimate design