When the madness comes,
Like a tsunami.
Your only options,
Are to grit thy teeth.
Brace against the flood.
Praying does no good.
Not even I can touch you there.
Damned if it isn’t an annoying side effect,
Of enormous cryptid auras.
Driving lesser minds,
To insanity.
Forty Two.
Thirteen.
Seven.
Zero.
Like A Tsunami.
