The Deep One Beckons
by C.R. Barnett
As tendrils tighten around my neck,
like a noose strangling every breath.
A cosmic silence echoes despair,
my brain in madness—an endless stare.
In depths and darkness my home stripped bare,
empty, callous, like rotting air.
The walls beside me, cold and cramped,
bring demons out from this maddening lamp.
My mind, a cult—its altar damp,
with prayers to Gods on knees and hand.
No answer but silence, just chaos inside,
living in death while being alive.
No fathom, no thought—just tighten the knot,
sinking further, alone and distraught.
Acceptance of torture, dismembering fears,
like crippling gears—the end is near.
The Deep One beckons.
like a noose strangling every breath.
A cosmic silence echoes despair,
my brain in madness—an endless stare.
In depths and darkness my home stripped bare,
empty, callous, like rotting air.
The walls beside me, cold and cramped,
bring demons out from this maddening lamp.
My mind, a cult—its altar damp,
with prayers to Gods on knees and hand.
No answer but silence, just chaos inside,
living in death while being alive.
No fathom, no thought—just tighten the knot,
sinking further, alone and distraught.
Acceptance of torture, dismembering fears,
like crippling gears—the end is near.
The Deep One beckons.
C.R. Barnett is a poet and writer whose work explores the intersection of trauma, mental illness, and the search for meaning within darkness. Drawing from personal experience with bipolar disorder and loss, Barnett’s writing delves into the depths of the human psyche, blending psychological realism with elements of gothic and cosmic horror. His work reflects a deep fascination with despair, transformation, and resilience—the beauty that emerges from surviving one’s own abyss.