Earth Rot Sleep Paralysis
Slowly, his eyes are unlatched, against his will, blue rays all around
His breath was a wheeze of black smoke
From his lips, a silent, helpless cry
With his hands nailed down beside him
The living crucifixion
Hypnogogic hallucination
A sickening truth we must swallow
She approached him ominously
He smelled the stench of her eternal desolation
Then, overshadowing his frozen torso
She reached for him with her putrid claws
With crushing force, she pushed down on his chest
In an attempt to wring his quivering heart dry
Behold
She had consumed the wyrms
That manifested in his feeble conscience
Enfold
Disease and solitary despair
Infected herself with the misery of man
