A grey coloured wave rider, rides down my brain.
He's trying to force me to make them insane.
I opened two fingers, looked down my spine and
screamed "fuck everything, except that is mine".
The black speaking bolt, i then threw away,
assuring myself, that all will be okay.
Too late i noticed, that the rider was grey
and against all odds, i wasn't his prey.
He left me with a picture of daemons and gore
seeing this madness, i prayed once more
to chaos and darkness consuming these visions
to Nyarlathotep and final decisions.