Quickening

Hallucinations enter the shadows…
Losing the mind
On this path to oblivion
So much time lost in chaos
As I descend
Succumbed to the unfathomable
Abandoned beyond all control
Skulking, scraping, the barren wastes…
Formless predator of the minds' domain
And as its presence draws near I sense it
Knowing within its pull I can be forever lost
A part of me
I have become