Sort Of A Spirtual Experience

It took me seven days to cross the desert,
to find the first water hole,
driven by madness and hunger til i bled from my lips
And from then on I didn't feel it anymore,
the entangled staircase from my head to my soul;
this bile filled body..
this echo of a god, transcended,
and now i am free.

I lay in the heat, so hot, it's like liquid,
filling my pores, instead of emptying them,
and i know i'm dying,
but i know of no heaven.
Only a wasteland that stretches forever,
from R'leyh to Kish,
the desert of the Zan, who now wait
between starlit angles unseen.

This was my sacrifice, and it is meet, for old Shub
hath said, "walk until thy Self is dead"
and this entangled staircase, from body to head
is turned to a mush not fit for a grub.
Fantasy entangled and delusional,
i fight for my breath even, tortured rasp.
I am as doomed as if bitten
by Egypt's terrible asp!

Yet, He comes, out of my mad desperation,
The dreaming one, my Lord.
One buried deep beneath the sea, asleep,
now risen, He strikes the harp of discord.
I rise from flesh to spirit, moved so
by his light, his ancient face
Long before we were yet to be,
Cthulu created the human race.

As i wake from dreaming, sweating
i realize i read to much Lovecraft last night.
I laugh to myself, in a lunatic way,
enjoying the morning light.
Yet, i look closer, and i sea ocean!
Ancient monsters on it's floor!
And i realize, i am really with him,
dreaming, in R'leyh forevermore.