horror Lovecraft dark power poem poetry

GAME TIME

GAME TIME

was playing
a Lovecraft boardgame
with my
most treacherous
best friends

spilled brown breakfast sauce
across the table
in homage
to the author

whose dark, bleak, nihilistic
conceptions

giving us such fun

wearing my shirt
totally Lovecraft coloured
black sarcophagus

in my backpack the book
that opens up secret passageways

me eyes
laser slice

stare down the sky provoking
extreme lightning

dark matter dark energy
anti matter
made of
the stuff
you would
rather
not think about

let alone meet

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