through the collonades

the awakening of the gods, the rising of the souls, here i lie tied to my bed, awaiting the coming of ghouls, i close my eyes as if to die, entering again, the labyrinths of deep within, beyond where conscious ends, hellish terrors risen, in the mountains of unknown, below the skies of i, sleeps a ruler in his throne, beneath the collonades of fear, deep below his halls, in the endless realms of i, inside the entombed vaults, the insane watching eye, staring through my bones, shreds the soul out of my skin, and leaves me naked and alone, although my dreams have ended, as i wished in weakened thought, beyond me night is total, and through the collonades i walk