I wrote another Cthulhu poem last night. If you thought my last one was dark, … well, you haven’t seen anything yet. Seriously, this one really goes off the deep end of dark. Consider before reading.
An Ode to Oblivion
When the bow breaks, the cradle will fall,
Down into Cthulhu goes cradle and all.
How my heart longs for nothingness.
My soul, I hope he doth bless.
Crunchy my body, my soul is sweet,
May I be a tasty treat,
No more pain, an end to sorrow,
A freedom from life I’d love to borrow.
An end from this world I seek,
Sharing this gift, freeing this bleak
Exist’nce from starting again anew,
In my heart I know it true.
May my Master feast on me,
Turn my body to entropy.
Hair and skin and soul the same,
Crush this world with cleansing flame.
Now within the circle I lay
When it’s over my skin shall flay.
Candles around me all alight
Into oblivion, oh what a sight!
Peace of nothing, truth of all,
Opening the door for chaos to crawl.
This one gift I give to humanity.
Form and spirit are forever now free.
Jon Brazer Enterprises 
Some make up with the GF time is what I read. :p
You people and your Cthulhu, I do not get you. I mean it got seriously wounded by a boat. A wooden boat at that, and not even rammed, speared a bit. That’s weak, just think of what a Hellfire or 105mm would do. I scoff at your Elder God. Bah.