Driving to work in my car today, listening to a song by Monster Magnet Temple of Your Dreams and thinking about H.P. Lovecraft, I came up with this...
(I kept the beat of the song in mind when writing the rhythm)
Iím walking through a cyclopean tunnel.
Past cold black stones in a giant, towering funnel.
The air has the stench of death,
The air dances with my breath,
Cold creeping through my bones,
Skin crawling before their evil thrones,
Ritualistic slab moaning in its rest,
Symbols laying there screaming in the past.
Itís a nightmare realm from beyond,
Itís the dream I am living on!
The cyclopean tunnel stretches on.
Through the darkness I stumble on.
Passages to the side, glowing with a pale moon tide.
Then the whispers begin to speak,
Of an ancient rites and souls that leak,
The blood of the dead pouring forth,
My sanity nevermore.
Running feet echo on,
As the fear begin to dawn.
The fractures of my calm,
Burn through like a flesh eating balm.
The terror rushes fast behind,
The light ahead is my only sign.
With the exit in my sight,
My clumsy feet trip before the light.
Thatís when the things from beyond,
Begin to feast upon!
Tiny me disappears,
Now one of them, no more to fear.
"I believe toys resonate with us as humans, we can hold them them, it's tactile, real! They are totems for our extended beliefs and imaginations. A fetish for ideas that hold as much interest and passion as old religious relics for some. We display them in our homes. They show who we are. They are signals for similar thinking people. A way we connect with each other...and I guess thats why I do toys. That connection." -Ashley Wood