The Giant

I'm Arthur Gordon Pym Or is he me? Why is everything so grim? Distress all I see I'm not the victim, I'm just the subconscious creator, But if that's the truth, Why is there another hell after every grief? Why do we always stumble into even deeper chasms, Further down, further down, Further South? Whither should I flee from myself? Further down, further down, Further South?! Whither should I flee from myself? Further down, further down, Further South?! Further down, further down, Into oblivion ...

A large brig bearing down upon us Stout man looking down at us Leaning over the starboard bow Smiling brilliantly white teeth glow Thanks given to the Lord For the unexpected glorious deliverance There came wafting over the ocean From the strange vessel a smell, a stench Such as the whole world has no name for - no concept of - hellish - utterly suffocating Shall I ever forget the horror? Ever remember the life we had? Shouted to the dead, to the dead

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025