The Blind Idiot God.

You line your mind with Eyes, my friend, to see what is unseen.

An eldritch truth, the horror here, will breed insanity.

A formless void, the Great Control, will Be from here to there, its whispers seeps inside your flesh, as terror rears its head.

The breadth of All ,comes rushing in, you try to face the black. You can’t succeed, it’s all for naught, as Eyes are what you lack.

Deaf, blind, and dumb, it shifts about, and pulls the strings of Fate.

You can’t escape, the hunger comes, and feeds on Chaos made.

The chaos grows, it breaks the chains, of what you know is real. It’s over now, you are consumed.

Your Eyes, forever sealed.