Terça pela manhã.

As pessoas mais importantes das nossas vidas nem sempre ouvem de nós o quanto as amamos, pelo menos o suficiente. Esta música é pra vc minha amada moça bonita. Mesmo se vc tivesse guelras e pés palmados, eu iria às profundezas de R’lye. E não seria só para admirar sua arquitetura não euclidiana. Eu enfrentaria os “grandes antigos” e todo o panteão de deuses lovecraftinianos por vc. Só por vc. Claro, desde que minhas costas permitissem. Amo vc, minha bela!

The Heartache Over Innsmouth

I was the new kid in school,
A first year freshmen theosophy major at Miskatonic U
Wandering through my life in a daze there, until I met you
With your bulging watery eyes,
Felt like I was tied down with my insides hanging out
Like a human sacrifice

I asked you on a date
In a croaking gutteral whisper you said “Pick me up at 8″
I remember how your hair (and your spine) curled, and your shambling gait
You had me from the start
and I don’t care about your ancient, hideous gods,
they’ll never keep us apart:

Cuz you’re my quasi-icthyian angel
You’re my half amphibian queen
You’re the Overlord of my Universe
You’re the Tormentor of my Dreams
You’re my starry-eyed web-footed wonderful
You swallow my sanity
You’re my fish-frog sweetheart, Baby let me be your
Filthy gibbering lunatic priest

There was magic in the air
the first time I ran my hands through your patches of stringy yellow hair
The first time I kissed your blistering lips, when you whispered in my ear
That you would you be mine
But when you finished transforming you were out the door and,
You never even said goodbye

And here I am today
while you’re swimmin in some non-euclidean sunken city named R’leya
And there’s a cyclopean hole in my soul that I know’ll never go away
Because you left me far behind,
Now I’m locked up in this loony bin, screamin your name at night:

Cuz you’re my quasi-icthyian angel
You’re my half amphibian queen
You’re the Overlord of my Universe
You’re the Tormentor of my Dreams
You’re my starry-eyed web-footed wonderful
You’re The Thing that Can Never Be
You’re my fish-frog demigod and baby girl I’m your
filthy gibbering lunatic priest

I know”Old Ones Were and the Old Ones Are and the Old One’s will always Be,”
And the Elder Gods wait, just beyond the Great Gate, and awaken from their ancient dreams,
Though loathsome hideous squid-headed blasphemies rise up from the deep,
I don’t pay heed—
It doesn’t matter to me:

Cuz you’re my quasi-icthyian angel
You’re my half amphibian queen
You’re the Overlord of my Universe
You’re the Tormentor of my Dreams
You’re my starry-eyed web-footed wonderful
You swallow my sanity
You’re my fish-frog sweetheart, I only wanna be your
filthy gibbering lunatic priest

by Norm Sherman

About rodveras

I'm a biologist and science writer who loves philosophy and sciences.
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