In The Tentacled Grasp Of A Buried Behemoth

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